Scaling the Wooden Rungs

My stomach rumbled, so I trotted away from the desk to hunt for food. The kitchen smelled amazing! Right by the dining table, a wooden chair stood like an enormous ladder. I grabbed the bottom rung with both hands and hauled myself up. One bar, two bars, three! When I reached the cushion, I leaped straight for the tabletop, catching the edge with my fingers. Pushing up with all my strength, I scrambled onto the placemat. Right in front of me sat a tiny breadcrumb. Score! Finding snacks is hard work, but totally worth it.