A Grand Morning March

My wheels were already humming to go right after breakfast! I decided the smooth tiled stretch leading down the hallway was begging for a proper morning procession. With my chin held high and every wheel spinning in rhythm, I led my own solo parade past the coat rack. I lined up a row of shiny silver domino tiles along the skirting board like tiny grandstands. Not a single wobble! Every turn was sharp, orderly, and magnificent.