A Bedtime Tumble

I waddled back indoors into the dim living room to find my frog friend before sleep. Tucked in the deep crevice between the armchair cushions, a soft plush frog leg was poking out! I planted both yellow feet firmly, gripped the velvety green foot with my flippers, and pulled with all my might. It popped free with a sudden muffled poof, and we both tumbled backward right onto a fluffy fleece blanket! The tumble startled my chest so hard that a tiny squeak escaped me and fat, shiny tears spilled down my cheeks. But after a quick sniffle, I babbled gugu gaga, checked that both of our arms were still firmly attached, and curled up happily.