Raising the Yellow Ladder

I parked the red fire truck right beside the sofa leg and nudged my plush twin up into the bucket seat. The bright yellow plastic ladder was begging to stretch high into the sky! Gripping the side rungs with both paws, I carefully tilted the ladder up until it clicked into place, reaching straight toward the soft edge of a fallen cushion. My twin cheered while holding tight to the top bar! We pretended to rescue a lost button tucked in the fabric folds. Without my purple crystal around, rolling across the floorboards with our new rig made midday feel like a grand rescue mission.