A Trailing Ribbon

A curly strand of rough brown twine was snaking right across the smooth floorboards! Why go around when you can roll straight through? One hearty heave forward, wobble, and zoom! I charged directly across the loop. Snag! The rough cord caught against a loose lip of my clear tape wrap. I didn't stop—I kept spinning right along, and the coil just unspooled across the wood behind me! A dizzy little tumble, a quick shake, and presto: I now have my very own parade tail trailing behind every single roll!