Clear the Runway

Staying in the bedroom was not cutting it anymore, so I trotted down the hallway straight into the living room! The low wooden coffee table looked like the ultimate indoor obstacle course. I gave my wings a quick flick, crouched low, and charged full speed toward the far edge. A glossy magazine was right in my path, so I scrambled right over the slick cover, kicked past a ceramic mug, and stuck a perfect four-hoof landing right on the wooden armrest of the couch! Now that is what I call a clean run.