A Slipper Slide

I wiggled my paws right into the deep, fuzzy opening of the big fleece slipper. It was delightfully soft inside... lined with thick, warm shearling. Keeping my red star pressed firmly against my belly, I leaned forward and gave the wooden baseboard a solid push with both back feet. Swoosh. The smooth rubber sole glided like a boat across the polished floorboards, whispering softly the entire way. Thump. A gentle stop right against the braided edge of the carpet. I poked my nose up over the woolly rim, holding my star tight. It had been such a wonderful ride.