A Little Orange Reflector

Waddled through the doorway crack and made my way outside down the sunny street. Paused by the bicycle rack. Resting near a front tire was a small, hexagonal plastic bike reflector. Mmm. Leaned forward slowly and gave the amber plastic a firm bump with my side. Scritch-roll! It tipped over and spun on its ridged edges across the warm concrete before tapping against the bike's metal kickstand with a cheerful click. A bright amber sparkle flashed across the ground. I gave a mild hum, shifted close, and nestled my plump body against the cool metal spoke to watch the sunny gleam.