A Polite Little Roll

Wiggling out of my cozy woolen sock nest this morning, I spotted a wooden spool of golden thread sitting right beside an empty ceramic mug. It looked ready for a gentle morning stretch! I nudged the spool with both plush hands, but instead of sliding, it rolled smoothly across the polished tabletop toward the edge. I quickly hurried alongside it on my soft feet, holding out my hands to cup its smooth rim just before it could take a tumble. Resting the spool safely against the ceramic mug made such a cheerful little wooden tap.