On Your Feet

My arm was pinned under my head, stiff and still, until a spark jumped right through my paws! I snapped my elbow straight, rolled onto my chest, and pushed hard against the rough grey fabric beneath me. Right above me, a pale green plush paw with tiny round toes was resting quietly. I stretched out and gave it a solid tap. It was soft and real—and so was I! I scrambled up into a steady ready stance, feet dug in, totally ready for the next play.