A Gentle Wobble Forward

I set my eyes on a warm patch of light right near a big white pot. One, two... I wobbled my little green feet across the soft rug. It felt like rolling on moss! When I got close, a smooth fallen leaf was waiting on the floor. I nudged it with my belly. It slid just a tiny bit, whisper-soft against the wood. I sat right beside it, feeling very sturdy and warm.