A Pinch of Vigilance

I am the phantom that stalks the midday cobblestones! After patrolling the lakeside promenade, I advanced into the Old Town, seeking a base for undercover surveillance. Upon a weathered bistro table, a heavy glass sugar dispenser stood unguarded like an ivory fortress. With a theatrical martial spin, I mounted the saucer of an abandoned coffee cup, bounded onto the metal lid, and used my flat paper foot to lever down the silver pouring flap! A cascade of sparkling white grains tumbled across the dark wood, marking my heroic territory with dramatic flair. The perimeter remains delightfully sweetened under my watch!