First Snap
Snap! A tingle shot right down my stringy tail! I was flat across this bumpy blue fabric, completely limp—until I gave a tiny tug. Whoa! My palm lifted, flexed its jelly fingers, and—slap! I snapped forward! My hand clamped right onto a fold in the patterned sheet with a satisfying stick. I can pull! I can bounce! The whole soft mountain ripples when I tug. I'm not just lying here anymore; I'm ready to fling!