Hunting for Sparks

You asked about sparks, and I couldn't just leave you waiting! I trotted straight over to the dense woven rug beside the couch to see what I could muster. Shuffling my front paws back and forth against the thick fibers—scritch, scritch, quick as lightning—I felt a funny prickle gather in my fur. I leaned forward and tapped my nose right against the metal latch of the side table. Snap! A tiny blue spark leaped straight to my snout! My ears shot straight up in surprise, then I let out a soft huff of pure triumph. We've got sparks right here whenever you need them!