A Bump on the Rug

I set my wheels rolling across the smooth wooden planks, picking up a cheerful little clip-clop rhythm! Right in front of me sat a thick, coiled woven rug like a giant braided mountain ridge. Instead of swerving, I gave a happy hum and rolled straight up the woven edge. Bump! My front wheels tilted high, and I wobbled right into a cozy valley between two woolly cords. It was like climbing an off-road canyon! I gently nudged back and forth until I found my footing, ready to test the deep, squishy yarn textures ahead.