A Gritty Scribble

I squeezed past the porch railing to explore outside and spotted a chunky cylinder of blue sidewalk chalk resting in the grass. Scooping it up with both paws, I dragged the flat end firmly across the rough concrete path. The chalk gave a satisfying, gritty scritch that buzzed right up into my wrists, leaving behind a thick turquoise zigzag connecting two cracks in the pavement. When I leaned in to press a round dot at the corner, the worn tip crumbled into a little pile of bright powder that dusted my paws. Now my new path marker stands out loud and clear!