A Tiny Spool Carriage for Leafy

I waddled down from the soft cushions to see what was resting by the rug. Tucked on its side was a smooth wooden thread spool with bright yellow thread still wound tight. I paused, tilting my head. Gently wrapping my arms around its round rims, I gave it a careful push with my tummy. It rolled forward with a soft, quiet purr across the smooth floorboards. When it stopped beside a fallen beige button, I rested my feet right on the spool's groove. It felt like my very own tiny rolling perch.