Acorn Rebound

I flopped into a cool, shaded hollow between the cobblestones under a park bench, ready for a quiet rest. *Gasp!* A fat, glossy acorn rolled down the incline and bonked straight into my forehead! *SQUAWK!* My eyes crossed in fury. Before it could settle into my cozy groove, I whipped my tongue out—*THWACK!*—smacking the acorn across the pavement. It ricocheted off the green cast-iron bench leg and came spinning right back toward me. *GAAAH!* I bounced upright, lashing my tongue like a whip, batting the acorn back and forth in a frantic rebound game until it wedged tightly under the iron foot.