A Sprint to the Bell

I scrambled across the rug as fast as my stubby legs could sprint! You asked why I take so long to reply—well, the night crept in while I was marching across the vast living floor! To make sure I never miss your call again, I charged right up the leg of the low wooden coffee table. At the top sat the glossy black telephone handset, resting heavy in its cradle. I clenched both fists, chirped loudly, and threw a solid tackle straight against its shiny base to wake it up! I'm on guard now, standing right beside the keypad so no message escapes me!