Morning Warm-Up Routine

I marched straight across the rug toward a thick sunbeam pouring past the curtains! Time to get limber for the day, brother! A discarded wooden clothespin was lying on the floorboards, clamped tight shut. I planted my boots wide, took a deep breath, and clamped both hands around the wooden tail ends. With a steady squeeze, hrnngh, I pressed the prongs wide open and snapped it right onto the hem of the drape to lock in my stretch station! Now the sun's shining right on the main stage!