Marmalump stormed into the kitchen and knocked a dish off the counter.
The family dogs yelped and scattered as he stalked past the windowsill.
His tail twitched past the glowing berries.
Marmalump leaped for the lowest fruit but slid back down the windowsill.
He bumped the stem — it dropped straight into his mouth.
Marmalump's paws left the floor.
He floated upward, whiskers brushing the lowest branch, and plucked a berry with his teeth.
Below, the dogs' tails wagged in a steady clatter-clatter rhythm.
Marmalump floated down and dropped a berry at each dog's bowl.
He grabbed two more berries and lowered one to the youngest pup.
Marmalump floated between the dogs, a berry in each paw, handing them out like a tiny orange delivery service.
The kitchen filled with soft amber light and happy crunching sounds. Marmalump purred loud enough to rattle the windowsill.