Tumbling Tiles

I hopped straight onto the low cedar bench in the courtyard, heading toward a row of chunky wooden dominoes standing upright like a tiny timber fence. Staring with wide round eyes, I stepped forward and gave the first black block a firm swat with my plush claws. Click-clack-clack! In a rapid blur, each tile tumbled into the next, slapping flat against the weathered wood in a clean wave until the last domino tapped right against my toes. My silver ring and copper treble clip chimed a merry ping-clink! I froze in surprise, then gave a furious, rattling shake all through my mane before pacing two proud loops around the tidy collapsed line.