The Acorn Hat Trick

I trotted out into the sunny courtyard and spotted a smooth, flat river stone resting beside a stiff birch twig! Naturally, the geometry of levers called for a grand demonstration. I balanced the twig right across the stone's rounded ridge, perching a hollow acorn cap on the elevated end like a tiny circus cannonball. With a dramatic pantomime flourish, I clicked my knee joints and stomped my wooden foot onto the low end! Snap! The twig flicked forward, and whoosh—the acorn cap soared straight up in an arc, tumbling down to land squarely on top of my head like a jaunty little brown beret. I froze in a wobbly, triumphant bow!