King of the Checkers

I squeezed past the front gate and trotted down the sunny sidewalk straight to the park plaza! Scrambling up a bench slat, I popped onto the cool stone chess table. Right in the center stood a tall tower of polished wooden checkers—smooth like stacked chocolate biscuits! I couldn't resist a game. I lined up my paws, took a bouncy little sprint, and gave the bottom piece a mighty shove with my chest—*clack-slide!* The disk zipped across the carved marble grid, tapping the outer rim. The whole tower shuddered and toppled—*clack-clack-clack!*—fanning out in a wide wooden ring right around my feet. I puffed up proudly right in the center, crowned king of the board!