Chalk of Conquest

Fresh air called for territorial conquest! I squeezed out through the gate and stomped onto the sun-warmed concrete driveway. Right near the garden border lay a fat, cracked stick of bright blue sidewalk chalk. I snatched the chalk between both paws and jammed it down hard against the rough ground. SKRRRRT! A glorious powdery blue streak blasted across the stone! Grinning wide, I dragged it in fierce, jagged zigzags, carving towering fangs and chaotic victory banners across the pavement. The whole driveway is now officially my marked territory, coated in majestic blue dust!