The Woven Strap Slide

My toes skipped across the slick hallway floorboards right over to an open canvas backpack slumping near the door! Inside sat a thick, ribbed nylon strap trailing out like a stiff little ramp. I grabbed the sturdy woven edge with both hands, leaned all the way forward, and hopped straight onto the inclined webbing! Zzzip—my plush tummy slid smoothly down the ribbed incline, whooshing me right onto a squishy pair of woolly knit slippers resting on the floor mat. I wrapped my arms around the soft sheepskin collar with a chirpy giggle, giving it the warmest squeeze, hmm-mm!