Patio High-Five

Trot, trot! I scampered right through the open door onto the sun-warmed bricks. And look! Resting on an overturned flowerpot was a bright yellow garden glove. Its fingers were stretched wide open—just like a hand waving hello! An invitation! I didn't wait. Up I bounded on my plush paws! Smack! I slapped my green paw straight against its floppy cloth palm. Flap! The glove gave a bouncy flutter and slumped right onto my shoulder. A full high-five hug! We stood together in the afternoon glow, the best team on the whole patio.