A Crunchy Crown

I slipped under the swinging kitchen door and marched straight for the low counter stool! Hee-hee! Right on a checkered napkin, somebody left a yellow ceramic bowl with three ring-shaped honey oat cereals scattered on the rim. I hoisted one crunchy golden hoop with both hands and nudged it right down over one of the fuzzy spider legs on my beanie! Plop! It stayed snug like a tiny donut crown! Then I tapped the bowl's edge with my bare toes, admiring how festive and breakfast-ready I looked.