Acorn Goal

The canvas bag came to a rest on a wooden bench, and I scrambled right out onto the planks! The air was wide and cool. Right ahead on the slat lay a glossy brown acorn with its textured cap still on. I flared my wings and locked in! Crouching low on my plush belly, I sprinted forward and slammed into it with full momentum. Clack! The acorn spun wildly, bounced between two fallen yellow birch leaves, and slid straight into the slit between the wooden boards. Field match complete!