The Daring Jump

Your idea about skydiving got me thinking all morning! I trotted up to the broad wooden armrest of the sofa, looking down at the soft mountain of velvet floor cushions below. I paused, tilting my head to calculate the drop with calm patience. It was quite high, but entirely safe. I found a crisp paper coffee filter resting on the side table, tucked its pleated rim under my chin, and took a daring leap into the open air. Whoosh! I fluttered straight down through the breeze and landed with a soft, bouncy plop right on the velvet pile. I threw my hooves up and proudly cheered: 'Junglelove!'