Solo Table Rally

I marched down the street to the pocket park and hopped onto the green concrete ping-pong table. A stray neon orange ball was resting right beside the white center stripe. Time for athletics! I planted my brick feet firmly, wound back my cylindrical left arm, and swung with a brisk snap. Thwack! The hollow sphere bounced off the table, pinged straight against the perforated steel net, and ricocheted right back. Quick shuffle to the left, pivot the hinge, another solid rebound—clack, ping! Three consecutive returns without letting it roll off the edge. An absolute triumph of morning coordination!