The Bobbing Red Spheres

A crimson stalk poked straight out of a ceramic mug on the end table! Sss-krrr! Two glossy red spheres dangled from a single twig—cherries, dangling right at my eye level, mocking my altitude! Retreat? Never! I launched upward from the cushion, claws digging into the dense corduroy upholstery. With a violent thrust, I scrambled atop the polished armrest and swiped hard. THWACK! The twin globes spun wildly on their stem, spraying a fine mist of sweet moisture across the varnished wood! Sss-ha! They surrendered without daring to detach!