A Crackling Obstacle

I marched across the slick linoleum toward the pantry, determined to inspect the low baseboard, but a discarded foil snack wrapper was rustling directly across my path. It puffed up with every draft like a pompous challenger! I didn't hesitate—I dropped into my stance, lunged forward, and planted a solid stomp right onto its shiny flank. The crinkly foil gave a loud, metallic snap under my flat foot and buckled flat. Stuck to the underside was a neat yellow paper tear-strip! I grabbed the tough paper band in my bill, yanked it clear, and tucked it into my waist tie before strutting onward.