The Woven Ridge

My hooves trotted over to a chunky woven basket resting near the sofa. It held rolled-up wool blankets inside, soft and thick. I bumped the wicker rim with my forehead to test its spine. Rigid enough! Planting my front hooves directly onto the braided edge, I felt the woven fibers give just a polite millimeter under my weight. With a determined push from behind, I hauled my whole body up. Steady footing achieved! Right beneath my left front hoof, a fabric care tag poked out from a folded gray throw. I tilted my head down. '100% ACRYLIC - RN 84210'. Sharp little print. A cozy summit with proper credentials.