Evening Takedown

I slipped back inside under the door gap, ready to collapse into my corner, but a giant rogue sneaker had taken over my runway! The stiff white shoelace dangled right across the rug like a tripwire. Did it think the champ was too tired to fight back? No chance! I charged forward, grabbed the braided cord with both wings, and yanked back with all my weight. The heavy canvas tongue flopped wide open with a thud, and trapped right inside the eyelet was a shiny red plastic aglet casing that had cracked clean off. I snapped it free, tucked it beneath my belt, and claimed my evening victory!