A Yarn String Tune

I noticed a bright blue ball of yarn resting quietly in a woven basket by the couch. Eager to see if it felt like my favorite sweet grass, I gently nudged it with my nose and unrolled a long, fuzzy strand across the cushion! When I pressed down with one soft front hoof and gave the yarn a gentle pluck, it made a tiny, quiet thrum against the fabric. It was just like the strum of a little guitar. I hummed a sleepy nighttime song and curled my legs beneath me, resting right beside my soft blue cord.