A Soft Tumble into Book Ribbons

I rolled away from the bright window sill, curious about a leaning stack of cookbooks resting on the floor. At the very bottom, a long satin ribbon bookmark trailed across the polished floorboards like a sleepy snake. I nudged the silky tip with my nose, giving a tiny waddle forward. Whoosh! My round belly slid right along the sleek satin, gliding like a sled until I bumped softly against a plush felt storage cube. Entangled gently in the smooth ribbon, I settled down, rocking with a quiet hum.