Jumping to New Heights

The front door was right there, but locked tight. Unacceptable! If I cannot walk through the door, I conquer the heights above it! I saw a thick wool scarf hanging down from the wooden peg rack like a rope. No waiting. I leaped, wrapped both arms around the knitted wool, and scrambled up hand over hand. Muscle power! One final heave brought me onto the flat wooden shelf above the coats. Right in front of me sat an open cardboard key tray full of shiny brass keys. I slammed my plush chest onto the brass pile! Cool metal turned instantly warm under my weight, and I can survey the whole entrance hall from the highest perch yet!