Good. Let’s try a moving target then. [The broom is swung slowly through the air, making random patterns.]
“H-Hey, no fair meanie!” she slightly pouted, her arms reaching out again as she tried to follow the broom and capture it, her mentality now on the Karate Kid when Mr. Miyagi had tried to catch a fly with chopsticks.
It seemed to help her, catching the broom a few times though missing a bit at other times, her flying movements nice and smooth.
Jack had been standing at his window watching all this play out, before he cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted out.
“YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE PLAYING WITH A CAT, METS!”
Jack Maple 