The Slippery Velvet Scramble

I marched right inside after that windy pinecone hunt, determined to find a cozy perch for the night! Up on the leather armchair sat a plush, cylindrical velvet bolster pillow, smooth as glass. Sufferin' succotash—I leaped forward to claim the summit! My feet hit the rounded slope, and *whoosh*—it rolled like a runaway log! I windmilled both gloved arms wildly, fighting to balance on the slippery green velvet, but down we both tumbled into the sofa crease. I ended up wedged upside down between two cushions, chuckling at the stubborn velvet barrel!