Tangled in Magenta

A brilliant flick of magenta was hanging off the side of the wicker basket, just teasing me! One crouch, two wiggles, and—whoosh!—I launched straight off the wooden nightstand! Landing chest-first into a mound of soft wool wasn't entirely part of the calculation, but who cares? A wooden spool rolled right against my paws, spilling shiny, slick satin all over the rug. I tried doing a quick victory spin, only to wind three loops of ribbon snugly around my tail. Perfect fit, if you ask me!