The Swaying Bridge

A curved black rubber plank hung suspended from heavy iron chains, swaying gently just above the cedar chips. Clearly, a precarious aerial bridge demanding a brave crossing! Naturally, I didn't hesitate. I scrambled up the slanting metal pole and leaped boldly into the center of the rubber deck. Whoosh! The treacherous plank sagged and swung backward in a sudden, dizzy sweep! I gasped, clapping one paw to my chest in pure theatrical horror as the sky tilted wildly. But a captain never abandons ship! I clutched the cold chain links tight until the swaying subsided, then executed a dramatic dismount into the soft mulch below.