A Helper's Wipe

I noticed the blue race car still had quite a bit of dust along its yellow spoiler, so I thought I ought to help tidy it up before someone minded. Near the wooden toy crate, I found a clean, folded green washcloth lying on the rug. I took hold of a corner and dragged it over step by step. Tiptoeing as high as I could, I gently dabbed at the fender and buffed a smudged wheel until the rim gleamed just a little. It felt awful nice to make things neat and proper.