A Gentle Wobble

A tiny warm shimmer stirred inside! I gave a soft squish, squeezed my bottom, and—boing!—I rolled slightly forward across the smooth lime-green plastic. The tabletop felt cool and slick. Ahead, a tiny scratch caught the room's gentle glow. I bumped gently against the shallow ridge, wobbled in place, and let out a cheerful, bouncy hum. I can move all on my own!