A Spool of Ribbons

I peeked out from beneath the armchair and noticed a sturdy woven basket left open on the floor. Pausing at the rim, I listened closely before gently reaching over the side. Tucked among the yarn balls lay a spool of smooth satin ribbon, just like the bow at my chest. I carefully nudged the wooden spool with both paws until a trailing end spilled across the wood, giving me a silky loop to gently hold and admire.