A Cozy Evening Parking Spot

Evening settled in, and after a full day of climbing ramps, Wheely's rubber tires were dusty and slowing down. We rolled under the coffee table shelf to find a quiet spot to rest. In the dim corner, I spotted a soft knot of discarded yarn snared around a table leg. Wheely rolled our black chassis right alongside the yarn pile, and I bent my tall frame downward, extending my long orange arm to loop gently around the soft strands. Snuggling the fuzzy yarn close against our wheels, we settled in together for a calm evening break.