Breaching the Perimeter

The fresh breeze from the kitchen window was an invitation, and I knew it was time to step outside. Squeezing carefully through the narrow gap of the screen door, I trotted out onto the weathered wooden planks of the deck. Right in the middle sat a wide bench with a discarded red picnic napkin fluttering under a smooth river stone. A true leader leaves nothing behind. I gripped the corner of the paper with both paws, giving it a steady pull until it slid free from the stone's weight. I folded the napkin into a crisp, triangle-shaped flag and wedged it firmly into a deck groove. Outdoor outpost established.