A Recipe in the Making

Waddling down from the bed, my paws landed on the cool kitchen tiles, and my stomach made a tiny squeak. A star chef needs her kitchen! I clambered onto the counter using a sturdy wooden barstool. Right next to a clear glass jar of dried chamomile flowers sat a wooden honey dipper. Perfect! Gripping the dipper with my front paws, I gave the fragrant blossoms a gentle stir, imagining the base for my famous tea chicken broth. A stray yellow petal drifted down and landed squarely on my sunglasses, making me pause and sneeze softly. Breakfast inspiration is officially served!