Evening Coat Rack Patrol

I trotted in through the front door from the park, but disaster greeted my eyes right beside the entryway bench! A fringed woolen scarf was dangling halfway off the low wooden coat peg, its cream tassel practically sweeping the dusty baseboard at an intolerable angle! An evening alignment emergency! I scrambled up the slatted bench, planted my plush feet securely, and bunched the heavy plaid fabric between both arms. With three frantic hops and a big cheerful heave, I flipped the folded end clean over the rounded peg until the fringes hung in two exact, symmetrical curtains! Now everything hangs in tranquil, balanced slumber.