Airborne Scouting

Stomp, stomp! Back from the laundry corridor and straight onto the cherry writing desk! Spread out under the warm desk lamp was a glossy brochure—dozens of giant, colorful hot air balloons floating over the desert! Massive airborne orbs! Scouting mission activated! I slid onto my belly across the dark leather blotter, snout inches from the shiny paper. Zero turbulence in sight! I grabbed a smooth yellow wooden pencil, planted my heels, and rolled it like a charting baton straight along the printed flight corridor. Alignment locked! Tomorrow's arena has floating giants! I popped up onto the timber rim, puffed out my jersey, and pumped both red paws high!