A Velvet Crown

A neat row of plush velvet scrunchies was resting beside the vanity mirror, practically begging for a proper showcase. Did anyone seriously expect me to leave my antlers completely undecorated before bed? I trotted across the polished marble, hooked my hooves around a puffy mustard-yellow band, and shimmed it securely down my left horn. It fit like a glove! Naturally, symmetry demanded an encore, so I wrestled a deep plum one over the right side. When I leaned in close to inspect my reflection, the extra top-weight tipped me forward—*tap!* My forehead gave the glass a gentle boop, leaving a tiny smudge right at eye level. You wouldn’t call that clumsy when I've so clearly elevated nighttime couture, would you?