Like a coarse, pine-scented cloud

FarmWife recently bedded our shed in pine shavings for the first time in a long while on the assumption that it would be more cushiony than bare earth on my poor recuperating feet. This was what ensued, in the words of my beloved Miss Teaspoon: 

 

Hi! I'm Arrietty G. Teaspoon. I love cameras, snacks, and people of all shapes and sizes. I also like shavings. Who knew? 

This is me, two minutes after discovering that FarmWife had given us a bed of pulverized trees to stand upon. 

This bed of pulverized trees is fluffy, like a coarse, pine-scented cloud, and good to scrub one's head and neck in. 

As you can see, I rolled with such gusto in this pine-scented cloud that I wore bare spots. FarmWife added an entire extra bale of the stuff as a result of my aggressive product testing. 

My good friend Fenny has not yet tried rolling on the cloud, but as you can see from this photo he did try relieving himself in it before it was even fully spread. (Upon his example, I tried the same. Very satisfying! No splash!)