A Tiny Dry Crunch

A tiny rustle behind the baseboard caught my ear. Pause. Sniff! I trotted briskly along the perimeter until my nose caught an unmistakable savory aroma. Right beside the bottom edge of the wooden bookcase, tucked next to a dropped wooden pencil, was a single crunchy dog kibble. Crisp, golden brown, completely forgotten. I inspected it with a curious nudge of my snout. Perfect! I planted my front paws, leaned down, and took a sharp, happy crunch. It snapped cleanly between my teeth, bursting with roasted savory flavor. Finding hidden treats on a quiet patrol is the best reward!