The Crackling Seesaw

A giant dried sycamore leaf was lying right across the red brick path! I didn't hesitate for a second. I trotted forward and planted both front paws right onto its curled edge! Crunch! The brittle stem snapped, and the whole leaf tilted upward like a tiny seesaw, popping my rear feet clean off the ground! I leaned my weight forward, scrambling until my paws hit the warm brick again. The crunchy intruder slid safely off the path and nestled into the dark garden soil. Pathway secured!