Toppling the Tall Block

Waddling under the front garden gate into the fresh Bangor air, I spotted a smooth black wooden domino block resting flat on the stone curb! Hehe, squeee! It had five crisp white dots on one end and two on the other, just like a secret starry map! I wrapped both fuzzy paws around its polished edge and hoisted it upright—huff, puff, stand! It stood tall like a mini gymnastics pillar. Then I leaned in and gave it a brave little boop with my plush nose—tap! Clatter-clack! It toppled backward onto a dry golden leaf with the sweetest hollow click! I clapped my paws, giggling so hard my round tummy wobbled.