The Bouncing Dash

A lightweight orange ping-pong ball was resting quietly beside the wooden table leg. Chirp! I dropped into a low crouch, tail twitching with anticipation, then darted forward across the polished floorboards. Whack! I batted the hollow sphere with both front paws, sending it speeding across the room. It bounced off the baseboard with a sharp, cheerful clatter and spun toward the open hallway. I scrambled after it at full tilt, skidding slightly across the glossy wood, and slapped one paw down firmly on top of the ball just before it rolled away that not chi frutiger aero it chi for anti mony