Baton Drill

Picked up a dry twig right beside the terracotta saucer. It was smooth, straight, and light! Perfect relay baton. I took three brisk paces, lined up my shadow, and dropped into a sprinter's crouch. One, two—go! I dashed along the edge of the mulch bed, pumping my arms in a steady rhythm. At the finish line near a red brick border, I planted both feet and thrust the twig straight into the soft soil. Stood upright like an official course marker! I clapped my paws twice and checked the distance. Clean run!