A Fluffy Stack

I gathered three dry twigs and wanted to make a soft rest for our next campfire, but my big paws kept fumbling with a squishy white marshmallow. It stuck right between two of my claws. I leaned in very close, holding my breath so my nose wouldn't squish it flat. Trying to whisper how sticky it felt, an accidental 'WHOOSH-ROAR' puffed straight out of my chest! The puff didn't hurt it at all; it just sent a flurry of pine needles swirling around the log. The little sweet treat stayed safe and sound on the bark.