Domino Runway

Flicking grapes in the fruit bowl was fun, but staying grounded all noon? Absolutely not! I scrambled straight up the bookshelf molding to reach the top tier. Right along the polished edge sat a row of pastel cardboard bookmarks, neatly standing upright in a tiny wooden groove like miniature hurdles! Standard walking around them? As if! I braced my boots against the wood, lowered my pink star wand, and charged forward! *Whack!* The first card tipped forward, smacking the next one in a lightning cascade. *Clack-clack-clack-clack!* My purple bells rattled like crazy as I rode the momentum to the very last card. Domino track cleared with absolute style, hehe!