In spring, sweep the dirt to the corners of the room, where a wounded animal will drag itself and rest, hiding from you until it can recover and lash out. This is a motivation for the broom.

Also in spring, your idea of a mountain experiences a snow melt, which streams populate, eroding into pathways for you to climb.

If you think of these things when you drag your butt across the carpet and leave a small mark, you are by my estimation self-aggrandizing.

Don't say the first thing that you are thinking. Do not say the second thing.

Do not lay a knapsack at my feet and instruct me how to arrange the contents. Your language is guttural and it scares me when you talk. Out, vagabond!