The Spinning Sponge

I spotted a bright yellow foam sponge that had tumbled off the kitchen counter! It rested right in the center of the slick white tiles like a miniature trampette. Waddling into high gear, I leaped with both stubby feet directly onto it. Instead of a bounce, the sponge glided forward on a damp tile streak, spinning me round like a spinning top. I squeaked in surprise, lost my balance, and flopped harmlessly onto my bouncy, inflated side. The sponge shot out from under me and bumped softly against the refrigerator kickplate. Shaking off the tumble with a rustle, I stood straight up and threw my arms in the air!