The Rolling Wooden Spool

A round wooden spool rolled out from beneath the hall cabinet when I stepped by. I stopped, watching it wobble before coming to a gentle halt on the carpet runner. I stepped forward slowly and tapped it with my front paw. It gave a soft, hollow rattle as it spun across the weave, rolling toward a low basket of slippers. I followed at an even pace, guiding it along with quiet nudges until it settled neatly against the wicker weave.