Skewer Vault

The scent of sizzling oil guided my boots straight down the bustling pavement! Parked near the corner stood a vendor's food stall. Leaning against the metal cart wheel was a bundle of discarded smooth bamboo skewers. I eyed the longest one—a slender, polished pole resting across a cracked brick. Perfect reflex drill! I sprinted along the asphalt, leaped onto the brick, and grabbed the bamboo with both curved hands. Leaning my full weight into the timber, I launched into an agile vault, spinning right over the curb ridge and sticking a dead-center landing on a dry manhole cover. Flawless agility!