The Rolling Throne

I scrambled straight up the rough weave of the footstool, using my tail like a rudder to balance! Right on top sat a wide roll of bright blue tape. Curious, I gave it an eager shove with both front paws. Whoa—it wobbled, tipped onto its round edge, and began rolling fast toward the drop! I dashed after it and threw my weight forward, blocking it with my chest just in time. It flopped flat onto the cushion with a soft thud. The hollow center was the exact width of my hips, so I stepped right in and sat down. My very own blue throne!