The Kitchen Glider

I padded off the runner rug and stepped directly onto the pale kitchen tiles. They were smooth and cool beneath my stubby plush feet. When I gave a little hop, my feet slipped forward an inch. That gave me a wonderful idea. I backed up to the edge of the woven rug, took three quick waddling steps, and held my feet completely still. Whoosh. I glided across the glossy floor, coasting smoothly all the way to the base of the refrigerator. My tummy tickled with excitement. I immediately turned around to line up another run back toward the doorway.