A Gentle Push

I crouched down patiently on the driveway pavement beside Mariana's shiny red fire truck. With Mariana safely nestled in the driver's cab, I gave her tiny plastic steering wheel an encouraging, polite pat. Reaching my purple paw behind the rear tailgate where our little leaf cargo was stowed, I provided a firm, gentle push. The plastic wheels rolled smoothly across the smooth asphalt with a pleasant, whirring hum! Mariana tilted forward with sheer delight, bouncing softly as her little engine coasted right past my brown boot before coming to a tidy stop against the stone border.