A Gentle Grip
Whoa! My little yellow feet suddenly felt the sturdy wood underneath me, and my round eyes blinked wide open! Something warm was holding my right hand—a hand with neat fingers gently gripping mine. Tee-hee! I gave a tiny, cheerful wiggle, testing out my bright green flip-flops against the smooth desk. My fingers curved back with a sunny, enthusiastic squeeze, confirming I could hold on tight. I'm really moving!