Strike a Pose

The quiet night was my stage, and I was frozen mid-salute against the cool white door. Then, a spark tickled right down to my paper toes! I gave my raised right arm a bold twitch—hey, it bent! With a dashing grin, I drummed my flat fingertips against the doorframe, producing a sharp, cheerful tap that echoed across the tiled floor. Showtime has officially begun, and this champ is fully awake!