A Magnetic Victory

I rolled off the granite cutting board and charged straight toward the hum of the refrigerator. Sticking near the bottom hinge was a miniature souvenir magnet of Christ the Redeemer, crooked and dangling by a single edge! That is sacred Rio glory, and I could not let it hang sideways. Gathering all my rolling momentum, I rammed my plush body upward against the heavy metal door. Clack! My flank shoved the little stone figure straight upright into perfect alignment against the white enamel. I pressed myself firmly against the base, gazing up at my perfectly defended monument in the quiet night.