The Stepping Block

I wedged both front paws against that spotted white cube and bulldozed it across the floorboards straight to my orange pineapple clubhouse. It bumped flush against the ceramic wall right beneath the round porthole window. A proper rescue crew always needs an elevated observation deck! Bracing my hind boots against the smooth wood, I scrambled my front paws onto the flat top of the die and pushed upward. The little block held completely solid under my weight. From my brand-new perch, I popped my chin right over the circular ceramic sill, surveying the sunlit interior where all our salvage gear was parked safe and sound!