The Rolling Wooden Spool

I trotted past the hallway and noticed something small hiding under the skirt of the armchair. A chunky wooden thread spool with a tail of red yarn was nestled in the shadows! I gave it an eager nudge with my snout. It wobbled, then rolled straight out onto the low-pile carpet with a clack. As it tumbled, the yarn unfurled into a bright, winding ribbon across the floor. I pounced forward, pinning the rolling cylinder beneath both front paws before giving it a gentle bat in the other direction.