A Gust from the Crack

That gap right under the hallway door was whispering! A tiny, whistling draft shot across the wood floor and ruffled my straw. Naturally, I couldn't ignore an invitation like that! I sprinted over, dropped flat onto my stomach, and peeked straight beneath the dark wooden edge. Bam! A whole new shiny world stretched out down the corridor! A rogue dust bunny caught the draft and zipped right toward me—swapped directions on pure reflex, slid on the slick floorboards, and trapped the fuzz under one gloved hand. The hallway is definitely calling for a full sprint next!