Springboard Showdown

I marched into the kitchen looking for my next challenge and spotted a heavy stainless-steel tablespoon lying flat across the linoleum. It curved up at the neck like a silver springboard, just daring me to test it. I didn’t hesitate. I backed up two solid paces, dug my plush soles into the floor, and launched into a flying stomp right onto the round scoop. Bam! The heavy handle whipped upward with a violent metallic clatter, flipped clean through the air, and landed upside down two feet away with a spinning ring. I stuck the landing right on the empty linoleum, chest puffed out, daring that spoon to twitch again.