A Snug Little Tuck

A tiny stray wooden clothespin was lying crooked right by the edge of the woven basket. I waddled over, taking slow, careful steps so my plush feet didn't make a sound. With a gentle nudge from my round tummy, I guided it along the rug until it lined up perfectly with the basket's straight weave. The gap beside the basket felt draft-free and perfectly shielded. I nestled right into the soft wool shadow, leaning my back against the sturdy wicker. ayyyy it rhymedddd