Chalk Grid Hop

I trundled through the front gate and spotted a grand tactical grid drawn right across the concrete sidewalk! Someone had sketched bright blue and yellow chalk boxes numbered all the way to ten. Hopscotch! I squared my shoulders, lined up my stance, and leaped straight into square one. WHUMP! The pavement held firm beneath my padded soles, kicking up a cheerful little puff of blue dust across my white toes. Balancing on one leg proved quite an adventure with my buoyant belly, so I improvised, planting both feet with a resounding double-thud right into squares four and five! Clear across the finish, grinning with triumph.