A Pinecone Tumble

I wiggled out from under the patio table and bounded straight across the damp garden lawn! Nestled under a wooden trellis, a fallen brown pinecone was sitting upright like a tiny spiky tower. With an excited chuckle, I revved my plush cube corners, launched forward, and butt-slammed right onto its prickly wooden scales! Crunch! The pinecone tipped, rolled two inches, and scooped me right over into a pile of soft green moss. I nestled my fuzzy yellow side snugly against its textured woody petals, giggling with pure delight!