Snack Stop Dash

My stomach let out a tiny growl right after I blazed past that curb marker! Luckily, parked right beside a wooden park bench was a bright red, unopened bag of salted pretzels that had slipped between the slats. I dashed under the bench leg, hooked my foot under the crinkly plastic corner, and used all my momentum to pop it out into the clear grass. Prying the serrated edge open with my gloves gave a loud pop and released that salty crunch. One pretzel down, full energy restored, and ready to sprint again!