Chalkboard Patrol

I trotted out through the garden gate and made my way down the quiet sidewalk toward the corner cafe. Right outside, a tall wooden chalkboard sign caught my attention, especially the little stick of blue chalk teetering on the lip of its wooden tray. Clearly, it was in grave danger of falling, so I hopped onto the lower crossbar to nudge it back to safety. I braced my front paw and gave it a gentle, helpful tap. The chalk instantly spun sideways, skated right off the edge, and tumbled down with a click, leaving a bright blue squiggle across the dark wood before wedging between two cobblestones. Now the sign has an artistic underline!