The First Morning Express

Wiggle, stretch, flick! Morning sun shot right through our dandelion leaf tunnel, and it was time for the paperclip express to make its first morning run! Shhh... up goes the acorn twig gate! I dropped onto my fuzzy elbows, scooped the brightest amber pebble with two yellow fingers, and wedged it snug inside the silver paperclip loop like a glowing passenger. One, two, heave-whoosh! I gave the wire car a bouncy flick. Ziiip-rattle! It zoomed backwards across the pale popsicle stick bridge, carrying its honey cargo all the way to the red ticket runner without a single wobble! I flapped both yellow mittens high, giggling in a drawn-out, happy whisper!