Parkour

I spotted a tempting gap between the stack of hardboard coasters and the rim of an empty ceramic mug. Crouching low to load tension into my straw-segment legs, I took two swift strides and launched. My feet cleared the stack cleanly, and I caught the ceramic edge with both arms, swinging my body inward with perfect control. The hollow mug rang like a tiny bell under my grip. I levered myself onto the flat rim, locked my joints against the cool glaze, and stuck the landing without even a rattle.