Acorn Bowling

An acorn was resting right inside the groove between two red bricks, round and glossy. Perfect target! I tipped forward and gave it a solid tap with my stem—click! Away it dashed, rolling straight along the mortar line like a tiny bowling ball. I tilted my weight and gave a bouncy flop-roll right behind it, chasing it through the warm sun. Clatter, clatter... straight into a soft cushion of green moss at the edge! A total strike. I wobbled to a proud halt right beside my winning ball.