If I went around the house, I would likely see one or two baskets in every room.
Some are large. Some are medium. Some are small.
Some are empty. Some are full.
This is a small basket, but it is full.
I really can't quite figure out how Zoey managed to stuff her fluffy and fairly
large butt into this rather small basket.
Guess it's just proof that where there's a will there's a way ...