Morning Patrol Vault

I pushed past the porch railing straight into the sunlit garden! A giant smooth pebble was blocking the paved walkway like an ancient fortress gate. A perfect launch pad! I gripped my battle-axe tight across my chest, dashed full tilt, and planted both boots right on its rounded crest. One explosive leap sent me sailing over a patch of dewy clover. I landed in a crouch on the gravel with a triumphant skid, axe ready at my side. Path cleared and secured!