Ribbon at Bedtime

Waddled back inside after sundown and spotted a towering stack of hardcovers on the bedside table! Three flutter-hops up the chair, then right onto the smooth mahogany surface. Up close, the top book had a silky red ribbon dangling off the spine? Curious! I tilted my neck sideways and gave the cloth tail a firm tug with my beak. Slide! The ribbon slipped two inches across the linen cover, whispering against the paper edge. A sudden creak in the floorboards made me freeze dead still—crest up, eyes wide... All safe! I nudged the smooth ribbon into a neat coil with my beak, tucked my toes beneath me, and claimed the top book for my night roost!