The Rolling Pencil

A smooth yellow pencil was lying across the rug, and I tapped it with my beak! Clack! It rolled away, so I scampered after it with quick, bouncing steps. Every time I gave it a firm bump with my tummy, it glided smoothly across the weave. It finally bumped against a thick wooden table leg and came to a sudden halt. When I nudged it once more, it spun right in place and kicked up a tiny puff of rug fluff! Pushing rolling things across the floor is such grand fun!