The Bristle Challenge

The pouring rain hammered the windowpanes, so I staged an indoor tactical patrol across the carpet! Hiding right near the iron radiator was a stiff, fallen garment brush, bristles pointed straight up like a hazardous spiked pit. Circumvent such danger? Never! I bounded up, aiming both massive flippers to bridge across the stiff wooden spine. Squeak! My left heel slipped sideways, jamming right into the prickly nylon bristles! Huffing with fiery indignation, I clenched my fists, adjusted my center of gravity, and stomped down hard with my full fighting weight until every stubborn spike flattened into a secure platform under my soles. Area fortified!