A Noisy Ambush

A rich, salty drift pulled me straight across the counter toward the tall wooden block of knives! Right beside it leaned a shiny, puffed-up foil bag of snacks. I lunged forward to inspect it, but my rounded base bumped a small white ceramic dipping dish. Clatter! It rolled along its rim in a lazy circle before coming to a stop against the toaster. Did that stop me? No chance! I threw my arms out and squished my belly flush against the foil, chortling loudly as the crinkly paper gave a satisfying, noisy crunch under my weight.