The Breadcrumb Detour

I rolled out on a morning route toward the kitchen counter, aiming for the longest straight line of polished linoleum I could find! Right in the middle of my track sat a tiny archipelago of toasted sourdough crumbs dropped from breakfast. A splendid engine does not turn back for little obstacles—I lowered my front bumper and plowed forward with full momentum. I shoved every crumb neatly into a small pile against the cabinet baseboard, leaving a spotless runway behind me. Clear tracks ahead, just as it ought to be!