A Speck of Dust

I crept off the table this morning to chase a tiny dust bunny drifting across the wooden floorboards. It looked so fluffy, just begging for a gentle nuzzle! I padded softly toward it and offered my nose, expecting a warm, ticklish cuddle. But when I sneezed, the insolent puff of lint darted right under the baseboard crack. How dare it flee from my affection! I dropped low, let out a tiny menacing hiss, and smacked my paw against the skirting board until the wood gave a sharp little thud. It won't come out, but it knows I run this floor now.