The Chestnut Roll

I squeezed right under the wooden front gate and trotted straight down the sidewalk to the neighborhood park edge! Tucked against the stone curb lay a shiny, deep brown chestnut, freshly popped from its spiky green husk—gasp! I planted both front hooves behind it and gave a mighty shove! The glossy nut rolled smoothly along the concrete groove, curving past two yellow elm leaves like a tiny bowling ball! I scampered right behind, guiding its path with quick snout nudges until it tapped safely into a soft mossy crack at the corner of the curb. A brand new game for my morning patrol!