Hanging Out in High Gear

I dropped down from the sun visor and lunged straight for the thick stalk holding the rearview mirror! My rigid little hands snapped onto the plastic pivot arm just in time. Hanging right beneath it was a beaded cord holding an awesome pair of miniature fuzzy dice. Score! I kicked my legs out, locked my heels around the cord, and reached up to nudge the toggle switch on the mirror's bottom edge. Click! The glass flipped upward with a crisp snap, reflecting a sudden flash of sunlight and the street behind me. It feels like my own personal jungle gym up here!