A Rolled Newspaper ep 20

I poked my beak out from the boot opening and stretched my rope toes. By the front door lay a tightly rolled newspaper bound with a thick rubber band. I halted two hops back, cocking my head left and right to inspect the stiff paper tube. It remained completely motionless. I took a firm step forward and pecked the taut rubber band with my beak. Twang! The band snapped back against the newsprint with a sharp pop, making the roll gently uncurl an inch across the floorboards. I cooed in surprise, thoroughly pleased with the vibration.