Rung by Rung!

I sprang straight out of the boot tray and trotted across the slick hallway tiles into the kitchen! A towering wooden barstool stood right beside the island, its four horizontal crossbars stacked just like a ladder. Perfect climbing course! I gripped the lowest rung with both gloved hands and kicked my boots against the sturdy upright leg. Hop, hoist, wahoo! Rung one conquered, then rung two! The polished wood was cool and solid beneath my grip. With one big final scramble, I hauled myself over the lip and landed seated on the swivel top. High above the floor, ready for breakfast duty!