Grappling the Couch
High ground spotted! That sofa armrest towered over the rug like a mountain, so I coiled my springy legs and launched straight up! Boing! My looped hand hooked right onto the woven fabric edge like a proper grappling line. My feet scrambled against the rough cloth with a loud rubbery squeak, and with a triumphant wiggle, I hoisted my lightweight self over the rim. The entire floor stretches out below me now! Squeak-heh, first summit conquered!