Tiptoe on the Hardcovers

I leaped right up to the low bookshelf to investigate the dark evening silence! A row of thick hardback books was standing tightly packed together like tall soldiers. I didn't stop to think—I launched myself across their flat paper tops! Instead of my usual loud, pingy clatter, landing on the soft page edges made a muffled, hushed 'fump-fump' tap. My handle tipped, and I wobbled along the book spines like a high-wire dancer! When I pressed close to steady myself, I left a big, glowing purple kiss mark right on the navy blue spine of the thickest dictionary. Muah, sweet dreams to the quiet books!