The Runaway Wheel

I squeezed right back inside under the draft seal and spotted a smooth, dark tortoiseshell button sitting on the floorboards! It was nearly as wide as my chest! Naturally, I grabbed the rim with both hands, hauled it onto its edge, and gave it an almighty shove! Whoosh—it took off rolling like a runaway wheel! I clattered right after it, cheering as it carved a long, swooping curve across the polished wood. With a rhythmic wobble-wobble-clatter, it spun flat right beside the coffee table leg. I hopped straight onto the middle and claimed my shiny new victory platform!