A Rolled Apple

I pushed off with my back paws and zipped straight across the smooth kitchen tiles! There was a wooden fruit crate resting low on the ground. A bright red, round apple was tucked right near the rim, smelling sweet and fresh. I gave a big forward wobble—bump! My plush cheek nudge sent the apple tumbling softly onto the floor. It rolled two whole turns and stopped right beside my nose. Heehee! Round things really are the best friends.