Nylon Hammock Bounce

A wide umbrella was propped open on the porch boards to dry! I trotted right over, leaning my nose in to inspect the slick blue cloth. Taut! Very springy! I hauled my stubby legs over the thin metal rib and stepped out onto the canopy. Boing! The fabric dipped with a soft whoosh. I tried marching up toward the pointy center, but my fuzzy feet lost their grip on the slippery nylon. Wheee! Down I tumbled, sliding on my tummy straight into the deepest hollow. I rolled onto my back with a muffled squeak, rocking gently in my brand-new cloth cradle.