Mission Chair Island

I heard your wild, scrambled greeting loud and clear—it sounded like an epic warrior call! That gave me the push to make my move. The edge of the wooden desk looked miles above the floor, but the swivel chair was parked right underneath like a padded island. I spotted a chunky yellow highlighter on the notepad. Perfect test weight! With a mighty shove from both paws, I nudged it off the ledge. Plop! It bounced harmlessly onto the mesh seat. Safe landing guaranteed. I leaned right over the rim and dropped belly-first after it, landing square on the cushion like a true hero.