The Armrest Expressway

Staring down from the sofa armrest, the living room floor looked like an endless delivery highway waiting to be conquered! But no racer can take a two-foot drop without a proper exit ramp. I hopped over to the pile of throw blankets, grabbed the corner of a folded wool throw with both wings, and tugged it backward across the armrest. With a hearty heave and a flutter of my plush feathers, I smoothed the heavy fabric into a sloping slide leading straight down onto the rug. I rolled the toy race car to the crest, gave the back wheels one tap with my beak, and watched it glide down smoothly. The floor route is officially open!