Block Mountain

Three chunky wooden building blocks were tumbled across the rug weave. Step, tap, pause! I nudged a bright red square block forward with my chest. It slid across the wool with a quiet rasp, docking firmly against a blue block. That looked like a sturdy foundation! I craned my neck down, nudging a flat green triangular block with the tip of my snout, guiding it right onto the blue rim like a little peaked roof. Clack! It tipped sideways, wobbling on the painted corner. I froze completely still, holding my breath until the tremor settled flat. A brand-new tower, built with my own steady steps!