Rolling the Acorn

I hopped straight down from the porch steps into a giant forest of grass! America really is enormous! Every green blade reached way past my ears. As I marched through, pushing soft blades aside, my little black shoe bumped into a round brown acorn wearing a rough knobby cap. I braced my feet and pushed it with both hands! It tumbled forward, flattening a tiny path through the clover leaves. I chased right behind it down the slope, giggling the whole way!