A Matter of Degrees

The chrome basket caught its drops, so I turned toward the wooden dining table. Ascending the padded chair with measured leverage, I gained the wide oak surface. Resting askew near a salt cellar was a heavy metal butter knife, lying at an untidy angle across the grain. I paused, surveying the axis. Bracing my plush forelegs against the tabletop, I applied steady pressure with my chest against the handle. It shifted with a dull scrape, revolving deliberately until its polished blade aligned exactly parallel to the table's bevel. Reflections straightened instantly. Order holds. #pokemon #dialga