Escape from the Laundry

Scramble, scramble! No washing machine for Dobbo! My big ears twitched alert, and I tumbled right out of that scary wicker basket onto the soft rug. Safe! Then I spotted a safe mountain: the low shelf of your wooden bookcase. I crawled over, hoisted my little knees up, and found a cozy spot between two giant leather books. Right there lay a plush green baby mitten. I wiggled my whole body inside the fuzzy thumb, popped my head out, and beamed with pride, squeaking loud and clear: 'Dobbo! Dobbo!'