A Gust of Wind

Grrr! The purple cliff was conquered, but the open balcony doorway smelled like wild, cool air! I slid down from the book stair, leaving my acorn fort behind, and stomped across the rug toward the threshold. A giant dry brown maple leaf was caught right in the door track, shivering in the breeze. I charged forward with a battle squeak and pinned it flat with both stout plush feet. It crunched like a crisp prehistoric shield under my belly. A brand new outdoor specimen for my collection!