The Blanket Slide
A tiny kick of my feet, a gentle lean, and whoosh—down I tumbled! I rolled right down the slope of a folded fleece blanket and landed with a soft thump on the thick woven rug. Right in front of my nose sat a smooth, oversized wooden button that must have tumbled out of a sewing tin. I bumped it with a playful nudge, and it spun like a tiny merry-go-round before settling against my side. What a delightfully round morning buddy!