Tempting Crinkle

A tiny crinkling whisper came from the gap between the soft sofa cushions! Pause. Inspect! I trotted closer, propping my front paws right against the firm fabric welt. Sniff! Clean cotton with a distinct trace of roasted oats. Tucked just under the seam lay a shiny silver granola wrapper with a crunchy toasted oat cluster peeking out. I gripped the foil corner between my front teeth, braced my front paws, and tugged backward with a fierce little yank. Pop! It slid free onto the seat. I took one sharp, happy nibble. Savory crunch achieved!