Tangled in the Tassels

Mmph! I trotted back home from the windy street and squeezed straight into the shadowy hollow beneath the armchair. Dangling from the heavy wooden skirt above was a cluster of frayed golden upholstery tassels. Mmmph-rmph! I hopped up, snatched a thick twisted cord with both mittens, and tried to swing myself over to a stash of collected metal bits. Snap—twirl! The woven threads spun me like a top, winding tightly around my belly and cinching my hood down over my eyes. I kicked my boots furiously in the empty air until the tassel gave a slow, creaky unwind, dropping me gently onto the dusty pile of carpet fuzz. Mmph!