A Soft Tumble

The carpet feels prickly and thick beneath me. I blinked and stared at my pink shoes. Then, my left foot moved! I leaned over to inspect the woven basket wall, but my tiny elbow slipped. Bump! I rolled softly against the side of the wicker basket, resting against its woven strands. The pale horse figures stood perfectly still in the room. I can move, all by myself!