Mapping the Frontier

I shoved my ship free from the cozy yellow sock harbor and sailed full steam toward the bright morning light beaming under the front door! Right by the entryway mat, I collided gently with a mountain of glossy delivery cardboard. Leaning forward over my orange bow, I raised my arm high and jabbed my trusty silver paperclip right into the corrugated edge. It held fast! With a mighty heave, I carved a zigzag trench into the brown surface, marking a brand-new sea chart of the great threshold. Beyond this wooden door lies the ultimate open ocean, hahahaha!