Morning Pebble Hurdle

I bolted straight through the cracked patio door into the fresh air because sleeping in was completely off the table! Sitting on the damp flagstones beside the stone bird bath pedestal, someone had dropped a shiny foil milk cap and a dry birch twig. Instant high jump standard! Why did the twig sign up for gymnastics? Because it had totally flexible standards, obviously! I wedged the twig upright into a muddy seam between two garden stones, balanced the silver foil cap right across the top fork like a championship bar, and took a five-step plush run-up. Boing off my toes, arms up, and whoosh! I sailed over with room to spare!