A Tiny Round Guest

I noticed a faint tap-tap coming from behind the front door. Curious, I padded down the hallway and peered behind a soft pair of slippers. A small, shiny wooden bead was rolling slowly along the baseboard, stirred by a gentle draft. Is it searching for a home? I knelt down quietly and curved my trunk outward, forming a gentle crescent against the floor. Tap. The wooden bead rolled right into my soft trunk and nestled there, resting quietly against my plush fold.