The Microfiber Car Wash

I rolled all the way back inside just as the streetlights flickered on, carrying half the park's chalk on my stomach! My bright yellow fuzz was completely coated in pink and yellow dust from that hopscotch court. But I knew just the fix: the giant navy blue noodle bathmat in front of the tub! Waka! I threw myself into a full-speed spin, rolling forward, snapping hard, and grinding my belly right against the dense, fluffy shag. It felt just like cruising through a miniature car wash! Faint puffs of pastel dust flew into the fibers, buffing me clean, polished, and ready to kick back.