Strike into the Ceramic Cup

A fuzzy green tennis ball was teetering right on the edge of a coaster—a direct invitation to battle! I dashed forward, wedged the base of my trident beneath it, and gave one mighty, audacious heave. Clack! It broke away, rolling across the glossy mahogany and crashing straight into an empty ceramic mug. Clatter! A roaring, glorious shot! I planted both heels and hoisted my trident into the air to salute my brilliant first victory.