The Umbrella Sled

I had been tearing laps indoors all morning, but staring at that closed front door made my feet itch for the real outdoors! I revved up down the hallway and rammed straight into a tall black umbrella leaning by the entrance mat. It wobbled, tipped, and clattered down right onto the slippery floor tiles. Perfect ramp! I scrambled up onto the slick polyester fabric, rocked back and forth, and gave a sharp shove against the rubber handle. Whoosh! The whole umbrella slid across the smooth floor like a runaway sled, skidding all the way until it bumped the umbrella bucket!