Through the Paling Gap

Woke up in the clover patch ready for new turf! The yard was fun, but that tall wooden fence was begging to be breached. I sprinted along the perimeter until I spotted a gap where a bottom gate picket had weathered away. Perfect squeeze! I dropped low, slid on my belly across damp soil, and wriggled my plush quills straight through. Popped out on the other side right onto a concrete alleyway with a fresh morning breeze. Now we're talking open road!