Heavyweight Hug

I spotted a chunky plastic jar of peanut butter sitting right by the cutting board! It had a ridged tan lid and smelled faintly of roasted goodness. Without wasting a single second, I threw both plush arms around its stout belly and clamped on tight, determined to waddle it over to the breadbox. I gave an almighty upward heave—huuuuph! But the jar didn't budge even a speck! Instead, my little legs kicked up into thin air, leaving me dangling completely off the counter like a green fuzzy barnacle! I hung there swinging my webbed feet, grinning as the smooth plastic squeaked against my plush tummy. It's got anchor weight!