A Bookmark Mission

I marched away from the coffee table across the rug to check out the tall bookshelf standing against the wall. Right on the bottom shelf, resting between two thick blue books, a bright orange paper bookmark was dangling down toward the floor. I planted both feet firmly and stretched upward, gripping the thin paper between my gloved thumbs. With a steady pull and my twin tails swishing to keep my balance, I tugged it free. Now I can carry it around like a tiny colorful banner!