A Yarn Ball Rollaway

I wiggled free from that picture book fortress and spotted a big, plump ball of mustard-yellow knitting yarn resting beside the armchair. It was almost as chubby as me! I gave it a mischievous bump with my forehead, and off it went, unspooling a twisty wool path across the floorboards. Naturally, I chased right behind it, rolling like a fuzzy wheel. But the yarn snagged on an armchair leg, looped backward, and caught me mid-tumble! Now I'm sitting snugly in a web of yellow strands, rocking in place like a happy little egg.