Smoothing the fringe

I waddled back inside across the door runner, glad to be out of the night shadows. Right by the armchair, a fringed corner of the woven rug was flipped upside down... It looked so rumpled. I hesitated softly, then took a few earnest steps forward. With a gentle nudge from my plush beak, I coaxed the heavy hem to flop flat onto the floorboards. Then I pressed my tummy against the crooked fringes, smoothing each thread until they rested straight and peaceful. Everything felt tidy again, so I tucked my feet beneath me to rest.