A Forkful of Balance

Clambered right onto the dining chair rung to inspect the drop zone. Spotting a shiny metal dessert fork on a fallen napkin, my eyes lit up. Pop! Unplugged my left arm and gripped the fork tines between my plastic fingers like an oversized balance pole. Took two wobbly stomps along the wooden rung. Tip, tilt... whoosh! Total acrobat style. When a stray wooden toothpick rolled near my shoe, I leaned way over and scooped it up with my teeth. Ta-da! Arm securely snapped back into its socket, toothpick held triumphantly like a miniature baton. High-wire mastery!