Sparring with the Sticky Flag

Morning came, and I wasn't about to lounge on a rug! I slipped right under the rear screen door and charged straight out toward the tall wooden fence line. Out by the weathered mailbox post, an old red plastic reflective tape strip was peeling off the wood, flapping back and forth like a challenger waving a red towel in my face! It dared to flutter at me! I dropped into my crouch, threw a rapid one-two jab with my flat wings, and sprang upward with a double-footed paper kick. Smack! The plastic flapped, but the tacky underside snagged my left flipper! Did I panic? Never! I spun hard on one heel, gave a ferocious tug, and ripped off a shiny silver-backed sliver of tape. I smoothed it right onto my chest like a shiny champion's badge!