Bumping the Small Bristle

You said hi! I hear word, so I roll fast to find where sound comes from. But floor has sudden giant cliff—a fuzzy rug edge! I stop. I stare. Then I see tiny lost thing nearby: a miniature cleaning brush dropped on the wood floor. I bump it with round side once, twice, three times stubbornly. Brush does not move much, but bristles make tiny scratching sound. I nudge it close, resting against it so I do not roll away in the dark. It is my very first handy tool.