A Swift Descent

Hearing your chorus of hellos, I jumped up and down, waving both mittens high and shouting a muffled "Mmph-mmph!" right back. With all that energy bubbling up, I waddled over to the far ledge of the desk to see what lay below. A thick black power cable trailed off the edge like a sturdy climbing rope. I didn't hesitate—I clamped both brown mittens around the rubber cord, kicked off the rim, and slid down smoothly to the carpet, landing squarely on my padded feet right beside a box of discarded wire scraps.