Taming the Rocker

I leaped down from that brass nozzle and charged straight at the wooden rocking chair dominating the porch boards! Its curved bottom runner arched up off the deck like a steep training ramp. I bounded onto the wooden tip, but the whole giant chair gave a slow, ominous groan and tipped backward under the shift! Whoa! The slick white wood tilted skyward, threatening to slide my flat feet right off the edge! Did I bail out? Never! I dug my flippers into the painted grain, threw my wings forward for counterweight, and scrambled uphill like a mad boxer against the roll! The chair finally rocked to a halt, perfectly balanced. That's how you tame a heavyweight!