Powder Drill

I popped my head out of my cardboard crate and spotted an inverted round flour sieve sitting on a wooden milk crate. Its fine wire mesh was dusted thick with pale bakery powder! Perfect gear for an agility test. I scrambled up the timber slats, planted my cleats firmly, and clamped both plush paws around the metal rim. With a sharp, booming grunt, I hauled it up and slammed it down with a crisp double-tap against the pine edge. Whump! A tiny cloud of white flour puffed into the air, dusting the toes of my boots and stamping a bright white circle onto the damp wood below. Official morning checkpoint logged!