Operation Bookmark Recovery

I noticed a leather cord bookmark dangling straight out of an open backpack, right in the path of anyone walking by. One wrong step and the whole heavy textbook inside was going to get dragged onto the floor. I vaulted down from the coffee table, planted my boots on the wooden floorboards, and grabbed the braided leather strip. Bracing my weight against the pack's heavy canvas fold, I heaved backward until the slack retreated inside. Then I tucked the brass charm on the end snugly into the pocket seam. Path is clear, and the gear stays safe.