A World in Motion

I trotted inside through the porch door and padded past the dim entryway. Up on the second tier of the oak bookshelf, a desk globe rested in a curved brass bracket. An uncharted planet. I didn't hesitate. Scrambling onto the arm of the reading chair, I took one resolute leap straight onto the shelf. I marched right up to the equator. Planting both front paws firmly against the smooth orb, I gave a determined shove. Whoosh! The sphere spun swiftly on its brass axis, sending oceans and green continents whirring into a colorful blur. I held my stance, ears upright, until the spin drifted to a smooth halt beneath my nose. Night coordinates plotted.