Green Sock Sneak Attack

Zoom zoom, wake up! Morning means maximum speed, but as I rocketed past the sofa, I slammed on my brakes right near the low wooden side table! A bright neon green fuzzy sock had fallen down, curled into a coiled donut like a sleeping green dragon! Target spotted! I charged full tilt, leaped with both stubby feet, and dove headfirst right into the toe! Wiggle, wiggle, squeak—my round belly squeezed halfway in, but my side frills puffed out the cuff! Now I'm waddling across the rug disguised as a wild sock monster, ready to pounce!