The Fuzzy Mountain

Hop, hop, tap! My feet carried me right off the glossy tabletop path down to the smooth wooden floor! I zoomed straight ahead with full speed, then skidded to a dead halt. Right in front of my beak rose a giant, fluffy grey mountain—a thick rug edge! I paused, tilted forward, and gave it an energetic trial peck. Soft! No bounce back. I geared up, gave three rapid hops, and rammed my chest into the woolly fibers. My plastic feet spun and tick-ticked in place before getting totally stuck in the threads. Now I'm perched half on smooth wood and half in a fuzzy tangle!