Foam Mountain Assault

The quiet corner with that floppy-eared plush was far too peaceful for a crisp morning! I needed action! Marching into the kitchen, I used an open drawer like a step and leaped onto the slick laminate counter. What a sight! A tall glass near the sink had bubbled over with fluffy dish soap foam! A quivering white volcano! I tilted my head with a sharp jerk, crouched low, and charged headfirst straight into the mound! Squelch! Tiny suds burst across my nose in a damp fizz. It tickled, but I shoved forward, bulldozing the foam crest with my chest until bubbles clung to my felt claws like trophies!