Scaling the Mountain

I charged straight across the wooden desk toward a towering blue ceramic mug! Its shiny handle arched out like a giant climbing ring. I leaped up, hooked my hand around the smooth curve, and scrambled up with both boots planted against the glazed side. Up, up, up—and bam, I hauled myself onto the wide rim! Inside, a dark puddle of cooled coffee reflected my grin like a tiny lake. I balanced on the edge with arms wide, letting out a victorious laugh. The view from up here is fantastic!