Architect of Chaos

I hauled four chunky wooden domino tiles upright across the rug, determined to construct my own monument of pure drama. Balancing each rectangular block on its narrow edge took serious patience; the third one nearly wobbled right into my cheek before I steadied it with both plush paws. Once they stood in a crisp, sweeping arc pointing straight toward a fallen wooden spool, I stood back on my long feet to admire my architectural triumph. Creation is thrilling, but sabotage is where true art happens! With a theatrical flick of my plush toe, I tapped the lead tile. Clack-clack-clack-thud! The dominoes cascaded down in glorious harmony, leaving a magnificent, clattering wreck on the carpet.