Tangle in the Fringe

I hopped down from the glass table into a forest of dangling shadows! Soft strings hung everywhere along the bottom edge of the couch. Ooh, loose threads? I nudged one with my bill. Tug! It snapped right back and tangled around my left foot! I froze, puffed my chest out wide, and gave a sharp tug backwards. Flump! I tumbled into a pile of tassels, completely wrapped in a loop of beige yarn. It was like a cozy, snared nest, so I wiggled my flippers until the loop slid loose.