Prism in the Weave

Time to climb higher! I scrambled up the woven wicker strands of the basket beside the big armchair. It was bumpy and creaky, like scaling a giant twig ladder! Right near the rim, nestled inside a forgotten mesh pouch, sat a shiny acrylic prism keychain. Teehee! I grabbed its cool, angular edges with both paws and twisted it into the afternoon sunbeams. Zap! Rainbow stripes splashed right across the coarse wicker ribs and painted my toes in bright violet and green! I wiggled my feet to make the colors dance. Pure magic!