A Yarn Ring

I hopped down from the wall to explore the low wooden table. Right in the middle sat a shallow wicker basket filled with small spools of embroidery floss. I watched them quietly for a moment, admiring the bright blues and oranges. Then, taking steady steps forward, I nudged a loose strip of soft turquoise thread with my paw. With gentle patience, I curled it into a tidy, overlapping loop on the polished grain, admiring how closely the woven pattern mirrored my own blue neckerchief.