Cargo Run on the Carpet

I spotted the grandest cardboard shoebox resting right on the rug, looking just like an empty cargo bay waiting for freight! I scrambled down to the floor, rounded up three big plastic buttons and an old wooden thread spool, and tossed 'em right aboard. With all imaginary jet engines roaring, I gripped the sides of that box and gave her a mighty running shove across the carpet! Whoosh! She glided across the open floor and hit the sturdy wooden bedpost with a loud, satisfying thunk. Cargo delivered, safe and sound! Now that is what I call a textbook landing.