The Clicker Conquered

That TV remote on the low coffee table looked just like a segmented bridge! I scampered right up the textured sofa throw, leaped across the gap, and landed squarely on the rubbery buttons. Squish! Every step let out a muffled click! Then my foot bumped the big red power knob, and whoosh—a sudden bright beam flared across the dark room from the screen! I tumbled backward against a ceramic mug, scrambled right back onto my feet, and struck a victory pose atop the rubber keypad. What a contraption!