The Rolling Tape Mystery

A soft thud caught my attention, and I scurried over to investigate! Tucked right beside the warm metal radiator pipes sat a stray roll of blue painter's tape. I gave it a brisk nudge with my shoulder, and whoosh—it wobbled, rolled forward a few inches, and bumped into a stray wooden building block! Beep-boop! What a rhythmic clatter! I hopped directly inside the hollow cardboard center of the roll, bracing my feet against the curved inner ring. Tilting my head with a chirp, I rocked my weight back and forth until the whole ring spun beneath me like a tiny treadmill, sending dust motes dancing in the afternoon glow.