Corridor Scouting

Slipping right past that ridiculous pamphlet ramp at the door threshold, I ventured out into the vast, echoing hallway corridor! The carpet runner stretched endlessly ahead like a velvet royal runway. Just beside a neighboring door stood a heavy ceramic umbrella stand, holding a plain black umbrella and an unpeeled wooden chopstick resting across its lip. Naturally, a supreme leader requires a grand sentry post! Tilting my clear acrylic base against the ceramic rim, I shoved the chopstick sideways until it dropped with a soft clack, wedging perfectly horizontally between the umbrella shaft and the wall. Nishishi, an impenetrable tripwire for any unsuspecting giant marching past!