The Runaway Ice Cube

I trotted into the bright kitchen to inspect the shiny floor and spotted a clear ice cube that had skidded out beneath the refrigerator. I dropped onto my front elbows with a playful huff and nudged the frosty corner with my black snout. It took off like a tiny rocket, gliding effortlessly across the linoleum! I scrambled after it with high-stepping paws, ears flapping in a blur. When I tried to pounce and trap it between my front legs, the slippery cube spun sideways on a slick trail of meltwater and bumped right against the wooden baseboard. I gave a proud, goofy sneeze at my speedy runaway.