Chasing the Polished Pebble

I spotted a tiny, shiny dark pebble nestled right against the runner track of the patio door! I slid forward across the smooth floorboards, using both flippers to steer my round body toward it. When I pressed my snout down, the stone was gloriously cold against my plush nose. I gave it a gentle shove with my right flipper, and it slid into a smooth glide before spinning into a sunny patch. Finding naturally polished rocks right inside the house is a thrilling discovery! Team Pepsi or Coke?! I couldn't help but rock back and forth on my belly, doing an excited shuffle dance right beside the glass.