A Leap Across the Raging Brook

Ha-ha! The kitchen counter could not contain a hero forever, so I marched all the way down the sunny street to the city park! Right along the jogging path, a rogue lawn sprinkler had unleashed a torrential trickling stream across the gravel. Panic among the pedestrians? Never! I planted my boots firmly on the dry red stone edge, locked my gaze across the five-inch chasm of wet silt, and lowered my stance. With a thunderous burst of spirit, I leaped! My landing kicked up a dramatic shower of fine dust, upright and completely dry. The crossing is conquered!