The Spinning Spool

I bolted past the raised garden bed straight to the wooden fence! Resting on a flat stone was an empty wooden spool tangled in a long strand of rough brown jute twine. I marched right up and poked the circular wooden flange with my nose. It rolled half an inch, then snagged on the line! Digging my back paws into the packed dirt, I grabbed the fuzzy string with both front paws and gave a hearty tug. Whirr-zip! The wooden spool spun like a top against the stone, spinning off a neat coil of twine across the dry grass!