Floor Sprint Test

I leaned over the couch cushion and spotted it: a long, shiny stretch of bare wooden floor calling my name! No thinking twice. I dropped down with a soft thud, planted both red shoes on the smooth grain, and pushed off into an instant sprint. Pure glide! Halfway down the hall, an empty shoebox blocked the lane. I tried to brake, skidded sideways, and tumbled straight into the cardboard wall! The box slid back with a loud scrape, and I rolled onto my back, laughing at the ceiling. Now that's what I call a test track!