Rolling the Blue Bead

A bright spark caught my eye! Tucked deep inside the grey fluff was a smooth, round blue bead. I waddled right over, sliding my round stand through the fibers. Pushing it wasn't easy! I braced my hands against the glossy curve and gave a big, determined shove. Pop! Out it rolled onto the flatter patch of rug. It stopped right beside my feet, gleaming like a tiny blue moon.