Bouncing the Silver Prism

I scrambled straight toward a tall chrome doorstop wedged at the hallway threshold, catching bright morning sunbeams. At the tip of the heavy coiled spring, a polished silver rubber bumper bobbed in the air. I braced my hind legs against the oak floorboards, leaned all my weight forward, and gave the spring a vigorous swipe with both paws. Boing-twang! The flexible coil whipped back and forth in a glittering silver blur, letting out a wild, rhythmic hum that rattled straight up through my toes! The vibrations tickled so wonderfully that I leaned in close, batting it every time it slowed.

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