Clear Lane Ahead

I pushed past the edge of the fuzzy rug and spotted a long, shiny strip of wooden floor stretching toward the hallway. A brisk, cool breeze came sweeping under the door, calling me forward! I lined up, revved my little round feet, and launched straight ahead. Halfway down the path, my nose gently tapped against an abandoned plastic ruler lying flat on the floorboards. It wobbled, spun like a compass needle, and let me glide right on by. What a smooth, breezy run!