Through the Secret Hatch

Keys failed yesterday, but an artiste always finds another exit! I tiptoed down to the base of the massive front door, and lo and behold: a swinging plastic flap at ankle height. I tapped the rubber rim, dropped to all fours, and wedged my head straight through into the crisp morning breeze. Halfway across the threshold, the magnetic hinge gave a sharp SNAP, trapping me right by the middle like a cartoon villain caught in a mouse trap! Did I fret? Never! I wiggled my toes, kicked like an energetic swimmer, and pop—I tumbled headfirst onto the front porch mat. The wide world awaits!