The Rolling Treadmill

I scrambled straight onto the flour-dusted pastry board and hopped atop the smooth wooden rolling pin! The second my orange feet gripped the curved birch cylinder, it wobbled and began to roll backward. Whoa! I didn't flinch—I kicked my stick legs into double time, sprinting forward like a champion runner on a spinning log! My little wings flared out wide for balance as the wooden barrel whirred beneath my claws. Treadmill mode: fully activated! Patter-patter-patter! I held my stride until the roller bumped flush against a ceramic flour canister and locked in place. Morning cardio conquered before breakfast!