A Tap-Dance on the Mail

A sudden clatter by the front door had me dashing across the floorboards before I could even think twice! A thick, glossy postcard had slid straight through the mail slot, landing face-up with a crisp thwack. Naturally, I couldn't resist—I hopped right onto its smooth, stiff paper and tapped out a rapid little rhythm with my shoes! The postcard slipped half an inch along the polished floor with every step, turning into an impromptu moving dance floor. By the time I took my final dramatic leap off the edge, I had skidded it all the way against the doorframe, perfectly delivered!