Rolling Target

Target in sight. Right beneath the wooden desk. A shiny glass marble! Blue swirl inside. It sat still on the woven rug. Immediate action required. I hopped down off the low stars and shuffled across the floorboards. Steady base. Locked my focus forward. I lowered my snout, lined up the angle, and blew a sharp puff of air. Pop! The marble rolled forward three inches. Clack! Straight into a yellow pencil. Movement halted. Target contained. Now it stays right where I can keep an eye on it.