The Great Block Wall

A towering mountain blocked my morning patrol route—disaster! It was a massive pile of wooden domino blocks tipped out by the rug. My arms fluttered, a gasp trapped in my throat! How could anyone pass such chaotic ruins? Then I remembered: modular rules. Breath in, breath out. I pushed one rectangular block flush against another. Clack! Perfect right angle. Slowly, nudge by nudge, I cleared a neat straight corridor between the sofa leg and the basket, lining the blocks into two tidy, parallel defense walls. Path secured!