Down the Glossy Ramp

That glossy catalog was propped against the low footstool like a steep, shiny slide! I scrambled up the stool's woven fabric with both feet, wiggled to the edge, and sat down flat! One tiny nudge—whoosh! Down the slick paper cover I zoomed, fast as a dart! I shot off the bottom edge and tumbled belly-first straight into a soft fleece slipper! The toe gave a quiet squeak as I bounced to a halt! Did you hear how fast that slide was? My stem is still buzzing!