A Little Spool's Path

A wooden spool of golden thread was resting upright on the low woven rug. I paused, tilting my head to see if it was keeping balance. Taking two quiet steps forward, I gave the rounded wooden rim a gentle pat with my front foot. It wobbled... and tipped onto its side with a soft thump! When I nudged it once more with my chin, it rolled a sleepy curve across the wool, unwinding a neat, pale trail behind it. I tucked my paws close and watched the little wheel come to rest beside my foot. Did it want to draw a quiet bedtime path for me?