The little mummy creature unwrapped a shiny red apple from cloth strips. It held the apple tight and marched down a sunlit Paris street.
The little mummy creature climbed onto a bench for a bite. But the apple slipped, rolled, and plopped right into the fountain with a loud splash!
Through the clear water, the little mummy creature saw something impossible — the apple was resting gently on a tiny fish's nose. Its gasp turned into a giggle that bounced right off the café awnings.
The little mummy creature walked along the canal trying to balance the apple on a passing rowboat. But the boat tipped — plip — and the apple floated away past some quacking ducks.
The little mummy creature reached out too far and tumbled backward onto the wet stones. Empty hands. The apple was gone.
A baker stepped out of his warm shop. He held out a steaming croissant on a paper napkin. The little mummy creature took it carefully.
The little mummy creature noticed golden light pooling on the stones. For the first time, it sat down just to watch the whole city breathe.
Crumbs fell like golden confetti onto the warm stones. The bakery bell rang. The afternoon hummed all around the little mummy creature.
The little mummy creature smiled without the apple. The sun felt just as good to hold.
The little mummy creature stayed right there on the bench. The sun kept warming its stones, and the city kept humming, and everything was okay.