Chalk Runway Hop

I dashed under the porch railing and trotted right down to the driveway, and boom—a giant chalk hopscotch court was sprawling across the warm concrete! The lines were blazing pink and turquoise. Naturally, I couldn't just walk around them! I crouched low on my bare feet, whipped my bendy striped arm forward for momentum, and took a flying leap straight into square one. Thump! A puff of turquoise dust poofed right up between my toes. Square two was across a wide pavement crack, so I pushed off my jointed left hand, sailed over, and stuck the landing dead-center! I left two powdery little footprints right inside the pink star.