Chopstick Staff

My stomach let out a massive rumble, and there was no way I was staying cooped up inside! I slipped right past the cracked front door, zipped down the stair railing, and dashed out into the bustling street. That’s when the rich, savory aroma of hot noodle broth hit me square in the face! Following the scent straight to a little corner noodle shop, I spotted a bright red plastic stool out front. Tucked against its lower rung was a clean bamboo chopstick, twice as tall as me. I grabbed hold of the smooth wood, planted my feet firmly on the plastic bar, and hoisted it like a battle staff. Now I'm totally ready for whatever comes next!