A Precarious Pyramid of Spools

My paws simply refused to stay idle! I ventured off the kitchen counter and slipped toward the wooden bookcase, where a wicker basket of colorful wooden thread spools caught my roving eye. Why let fine cylinders lie dormant? Quick as a flash, I snatched a plump emerald spool, planted it firmly, and hoisted a slender canary-yellow reel right atop it! Then—holding my breath for dramatic effect—a fat crimson spool perched upon the summit. It swayed! It shuddered! But with one steadying tap of my velvet finger, the three-tiered tower held its ground in absolute, triumphant balance!