The clothesline traverse

A sturdy wooden clothespin was dangling empty on the taut backyard line, looking entirely too serious! From the flowerpot rim, I gave a mighty leap, catching the wire with one gloved paw and swinging up. To make things properly interesting, I nudged an upside-down yellow plastic funnel onto my foot, turning myself into a one-legged circus unicycle! The line hummed with a sharp twang, vibrating all the way to the post. Wobble, teeter, slide—whoosh! I glided straight along the smooth wire, dismounting with a neat flip right onto a patch of damp clover.