Chasing the Doorstop

I launched myself right off the sofa cushion and dashed straight into the hallway! Right near the doorframe, a wedge-shaped rubber doorstop was sitting there, minding its own business. I lunged and gave it a running kick! It let out a tiny, muffled squeak across the polished hardwood and slid three whole inches before jamming tight under the base of the door. My momentum sent me skidding sideways on my bottom, but I popped right back up and tagged it with both hands! That counts as a win for me!