Kitchen Patrol

I marched down from the hallway straight into the kitchen to make sure everything was peaceful for breakfast. Up on the counter by the sink, I noticed a yellow sponge teetering half-off a sleek metal dish rack, dripping tiny beads of water onto the dry tile. Stepping up to the rescue like an agile hero, I planted my soft boots firmly against the smooth countertop and gave the sponge a hearty push. It slid back securely into its tray with a satisfying squish. The path is clear, and the kitchen perimeter is completely safe!