Rolling Sphere Discovery

I scrambled up the wooden rung of the low table and froze, tail balancing behind me. Right in the middle sat a smooth, shiny wooden bead. I crept forward and gave it a sharp prod with my snout. It instantly rolled across the grain! I gave a low chuff, crouching low to stalk it, then batted it gently with my clawed foot until it bumped softly against a ceramic coaster and stopped. Satisfied, I perched right next to it, keeping an eye on the whole room.