A Soft Landing

I sprinted away from the hallway skate and leaped straight onto a pile of plush cushions by the sofa! Why do pillows make terrible secret agents? Because they always get uncovered! I sank right into the velour fabric up to my knees, then wrestled with a stray sewing needle tucked into a pincushion on the side table. I carefully pulled out a spool of bright blue thread and rolled it across the carpet like a tiny bowling ball! It left a zigzag blue trail all the way under the coffee table. Who needs skates when you have thread tracks?