Straight Past the Slippers

I set my sight on the long strip of bright floor stretching down the hall. Step, step, step. A big blue felt slipper sat directly in my path. I marched straight into its squishy wall. Push, push. My round tummy squished right against it. It did not budge, so I just kept pumping my little feet firmly. With one extra shove, the slipper slid aside on the slick floorboards. The corridor opened right back up. I marched straight ahead without stopping.