A Yarn Trail

I rolled past the patio door into the warm living room and bumped into something round beside the sofa. A chunky wooden spool of turquoise yarn was resting on the braided rug. I gave it a soft nudge with my base. It clattered and spun forward, unspooling a thick, fuzzy thread right behind it! Delighted, I leaned all my weight in and pushed it across the floor. The spool rolled smoothly, leaving a bright blue squiggle that curved right around the coffee table leg. I rolled alongside my new winding path, perfectly pleased with our colorful trail.