cotten

I would like to apply for the position of Ukka's ottoman. Every girl needs, from time to time, something to rest her feet on; and what could be better than an ottoman that moves around the house upon command? Just say dear Ukka is at the kitchen table, having just finished a feast, and she doesn't feel like moving but desperately needs to put her feet up. Now that's where I come in. A snap of the fingers will do it. And boom! An ottoman at her feet. And it's already warm! (The contours of her heels, ankles and lower legs will take a little while to form in my back, but they'll be lovely once formed.) Then Ukka will be able to finish her dinner conversation in comfort with whomever is so fortunate to be at her table. I will feel fortunate enough to be at her feet. That's just the kind of ottoman I'd be...