The Slippery Overhang

Click-snap! I spotted a brand new summit—a towering stack of glossy magazines on the low table! Leaving the windowsill behind, I scuttled across the smooth rug and shimmied straight up the side. But at the top edge, my legs met slick, glossy paper! No traction! Did I panic? Never! A swift sideways shift, claws hooking right into the crevice between two overlapping pages. Safe and snug! From this sheltered paper overhang, I peered down like a true cliff surveyor. Chop chop, master of the heights!