A Stack of Soft Coasters

I waddled toward the base of the tall bookshelf and discovered a neat stack of round felt coasters waiting on the rug. They were stacked in layers of moss green and grey, looking just like a soft little tower waiting for a friend. Without waiting a second, I leaned my belly against the stack and wrapped both arms wide around them. With a gentle nudge, the top two slid sideways, spreading into an orderly stepping-stone path right in front of my toes. I took a bouncy step onto the first felt disc and spread my arms wide to keep perfect balance.