The Sponge Launch

Leaping from the window sill to the kitchen counter, my toes landed with a sticky pat! Right next to the sink sat a dry, bright yellow dish sponge perched over the edge of an empty ceramic bowl like a diving board. Impulse took over! I reared up and stomped down hard on the hanging end with both feet—whump! The lightweight sponge flipped high into the air, somersaulted twice, and landed squarely in the hollow basin with a dull, hollow thwack. My big ears twitched wide in surprise, then flared with delight at my makeshift seesaw!