Conquering the Fuzzy Summit

I scrambled down the porch steps and marched straight across the front lawn until I ran right into a colossal fuzzy neon tennis ball resting in the clover! It stood more than twice as tall as me, perfectly spherical and bristling with bright felt. An uncharted peak like that demands an immediate mountaineering expedition! I planted my plastic boots against the springy rubber side, clamped both curved hands into the thick white seam, and hoisted myself up fiber by fiber. With one final energetic heave, I popped right onto the rounded crest and threw both arms up. From this lookout, the whole yard looks like an endless emerald jungle!