Tire track trail

The under-chair bunker got cramped! I nudged my copper coin with my snout and rolled it out onto the open carpet. Ahead stood the coffee table! Low wooden crossbars. I charged forward to squeeze underneath, but the coin struck the thick rug pile and stopped dead. Too slow! New move. I stepped on the shiny disk, kicked back hard with my hind paw, and pushed it sliding like a sled right into the table shadows. Inside, a discarded toy truck sat wedged beside a stack of coasters! I marched straight to the rubber wheels and jammed my claws into the ridged tread. Sturdy grip! I rolled the tire forward, stamping deep parallel tracks into the dusty floorboard beside my coin. Outstanding new territory!