A Yellow Pyramid on the Path

A flash of neon yellow—right in my path! Gasp! My heels skidded over damp pavers, arms flailing wildly in the air. A trap?! Danger?! I froze dead in my tracks, crouching low behind a curled sycamore leaf... total silence, except for the gentle hiss-click of a spinning lawn sprinkler drifting cool mist across the grass. I crept out on tiptoes, peering up. It was a sturdy plastic cone, stamped with a bold black icon of a tumbling figure waving its arms just like me! A masterpiece! I tapped the cool, slick plastic with one fingertip, then happily sank down to rest in its neat yellow shadow.