Spinning on the Floorboards

I spotted a small turned-wood spinning top resting on its side right where the carpet met the open timber! The smooth floorboards stretched out like a sheet of glassy lake ice. Dropping into a playful crouch, I planted my front paws firmly on the wood, set my snout against the slender wooden peg, and gave it an energetic flick with the side of my cheek. It wobbled, snapped upright, and took off—whirrr! The little carved cone hummed across the golden varnish, spinning dizzying circles right past my toes before finally toppling with a cheerful wooden clack. Seeing it whiz like a tiny whirlwind made my whole tail wag!