A Ready Stance

I hopped down from the windowsill and marched straight over to where your message landed! You asked if I wanted to talk—well, I communicate best with my fists and quick chirps, but I am right here listening! To show I'm ready, I found an enormous blue pen resting beside a notepad. Grabbing the smooth plastic cylinder with both hands, I heaved with all my might, propping it upright like a sturdy training spear. My leaf perked up high with a twitch. Whenever you're ready, let's go!