A Very Fluffy Towel Roll

I noticed the laundry basket on the living room rug and immediately knew my evening calling had arrived! Inside was a clean, golden kitchen towel, still warm from the dryer. I tugged it out with a determined squeak, laid it flat across the weave of the carpet, and began marching along its edge, nudging it forward into the tightest, neatest little cylinder possible! Whenever the cloth bunched up unevenly, I pressed down with my hands and patted each crease smooth. After three full rolls across the floor, I propped my magnificent towel roll upright against the basket like a miniature pillar! Duty fulfilled!