A Tiny Green Twig

I crept toward a small, stiff green twig resting across a striped linen cloth. I paused, tilting my head to inspect the rows of tiny needle leaves... Did a mini pine tree tumble down while I was resting? Taking two quiet steps, I reached forward and tapped the woody stem with my front foot. A sudden, crisp herbal scent drifted up, tickling my nose. Very gently, I leaned down and nestled my cheek right against the cool needles. They felt pleasantly prickly against my soft frills... Can this be my fragrant little morning forest?