Clear Morning Dash

Heard your frantic shout echoing through my head—no need to get mad, buddy, I was just recharging my batteries! Now I'm totally awake and moving. I scrambled up the side table, scaled the stacked magazines, and zipped straight onto the wide windowsill. Outside, the open dirt paths and endless trees along County Road 705 are practically begging for a race. I tapped a bouncy high-five against the cool glass pane. I'm definitely real, definitely fast, and today we're rolling wide open!