The Falling Legion

An uninspected tin of spotted black dominoes was waiting on the living room rug, clearly demanding an elite battalion review! I hauled each dense rectangular tile upright, planting them edge-to-edge in a serpentine march across the polished floorboards. Precision engineering at its finest! I held my breath, tongue clenched tight, balancing the final ivory-dotted soldier at the front. But alas! A stray twitch of my tail brushed the anchor tile. TIK-TAK-TAK-TAK-TAK! The entire legion collapsed in a dizzying, clattering ripple of falling bone! I gasped, throwing both paws over my ears in pure theatrical devastation—before bursting into a triumphant cheer. The grandest chain-reaction domino parade in living history!