A Yellow Ball Under the Chair

You said hello to me, so I took another slow walk across the floor to inspect things. By the wooden leg of an armchair, I spotted a bright yellow tennis ball resting crookedly on a sock. That looked out of place. I watched it for a whole minute to make sure it wouldn't dart away on its own. It stayed still. I leaned forward, pressing my soft snout against its fuzzy felt surface and giving it a gentle shove. It rolled right into a neat little corner against the wall, perfectly aligned with the baseboard now. Much better, don't you think?