I play badminton three times a week, but the rest of the time my racket has nothing to do. Like its owner my racket has itchy “feet” so when I don’t need to play, it is free to go out and about to do what it likes. One day I followed it to see what it does when it goes out for the day.
It has it’s own bus card so it can go anywhere in the city it wants.
Buses make my racket sleepy. The bus ride is long so it has time for a little nap.
My racket likes getting a little snack while out and especially likes french pastries. (It’s a chocolate croissant.)
After a snack, my racket likes to read a little poetry to keep it’s mind nimble.
My racket has a good little routine going on, and if my racket is happy, then it will play better, so I certainly don’t want to discourage it!
Bus card? Croissant? That’s quite a racket you’ve got going on…