Jumping the Wooden Pegs

I scrambled straight out of the umbrella jar and bounded onto the floor! Those high wooden pegs on the coat rack were calling me. I sprang forward, caught a dangling knit scarf with both hands, and kicked wildly against the post. Up, up, scramble! I swung hard until my arms locked around a thick wooden rung. A heavy brass key fob jingled right past my ear! Now I'm dangling happily by one arm, swinging over the shoes like a daring acrobat.