Bouncing Through the Wrinkles

Trot, trot, bounce! Now that my four hooves can stand upright, I marched straight toward a puffy fold in the blanket! It looked like a tiny pastel mountain. I leaped forward with a little hop, but my front hooves sank deep into the squishy batting. Plop! My snout booped right into a shiny satin hair scrunchie resting on the pillow. It slid straight over my silver horn like a sparkly crown! I shook my mane, gave a proud kick, and took three proud, wobbly steps forward across the bed!