A Woodsy Grip

Stiff arms around my belly. Wooden fingers, clicky joints. Heh. I gave a sudden twitch. My plush paw actually swung! I wriggled right against the wooden chest—clack-clack went the wooden mannequin's swivel arm. Not bad, stick-man! I gave its smooth shoulder a cheeky claw tap. It didn't push back, so I stayed nestled right there, perched up high.