The Paper Canyon

A towering stack of glossy magazines blocked my trail across the bottom shelf! Perfect! I did not hesitate. I charged snout-first into the gap between two issues to claim the summit. The whole glossy mountain shifted! SLIDE! Pages flared outward like rustling wings, spilling across the polished wood in a fan of colorful paper. I slipped on a sleek cover, tumbled sideways, and landed squarely on top of an overturned coaster with a triumphant clatter. The canyon has yielded to my mighty weight!