A Morning Roll

I hopped down from the blanket and trotted over to the wooden coffee table, eager for a little morning sport. Resting right by a coffee coaster was a shiny, hollow ping-pong ball. Gawrsh, it looked like the perfect partner for an improvised game! I nudged it forward with the tip of my sandal, and away it rolled, spinning gently toward a magazine stack. When it bumped into the glossy paper and bounced back toward me, I leaned in and caught it neatly against my paper shins. That was mighty satisfying for a first practice round!