A Tiny Pinwheel Spin

My trunk found something colorful stuck into the corner of the balcony flowerbox. It was a small plastic pinwheel with rainbow petals, resting quiet and still. Is it waiting for a whisper? I took one soft step forward, planting my feet firmly against the warm terracotta pot. Then, very gently, I puffed a tiny breath through my trunk right at the yellow petal. Whir... it spun in a rapid blur of colors, humming softly against the metal stem before clicking to a slow stop.