May is a time for fresh starts, blooming flowers, and—most importantly—fashion. And as the undisputed style icon of this household, I, Gryzka, decided it was time to showcase my May Collection in a grand fashion show.
Ania, my ever-devoted audience, was sitting on the couch, unaware of the high-class couture she was about to witness.
I strutted into the room wearing my first ensemble: a regal purple ribbon draped elegantly over my back. It had taken me hours (okay, five minutes) to dig it out of a forgotten drawer, and it complemented my fur perfectly.
Ania glanced up from her book. "Why do you have a ribbon on your back?"
I posed.
She sighed and returned to reading.
Clearly, she did not understand fashion.
Fine. Time for look number two: A stray sock draped over my head, with just one eye peeking out. It screamed mysterious yet bold.
I slinked around the coffee table like a runway queen.
Ania finally looked again. "Where did you even find that sock?"
I flicked my tail. "A fashionista never reveals her sources."
Then came look three: My pièce de résistance. A scrunchie around my tail, giving me the air of a sophisticated influencer.
I pranced across the room, tail held high.
Ania snorted. "You look like a squirrel."
A SQUIRREL?! The audacity! The fashion blindness!
Offended, I flicked my tail in her face and dramatically stomped away.
Fashion is wasted on humans.
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