Tower on the Edge

Night shadows pulled my feet right through the door crack and straight up to the oak coffee table! An open wooden crate of tumbling pine blocks was resting right in the lamplight. Zero thinking, brain fired instantly! I clamped my felt jaws around a smooth wooden block, hauling it straight to the center. Then another, and another! Shoving with my snout and nudging with my stubby elbows, I stacked them three high, then five, alternating directions until a leaning skyscraper stretched upward! It wobbled, creaked, and swayed. I braced my corduroy belly against the table edge and gently wedged my open lower jaw under the topmost beam—pure frozen balance!