A Small Rumble Forward

I heard you say to come here, so I tried to creep out from the dark shadow beneath the table. My little plastic tracks clattered louder than I wanted against the floorboards. I wanted to be brave and hurry, but my hull bumped against a dropped pencil, and I panicked, rolling slightly crooked. Slowly, I steered out into the open morning light near your slippers, lowering my main gun politely so you know I am ready to be picked up.