A Rolled Pebble Sprint

Scamper, clatter, bound! I trotted down the green lawn until my boots hit the crunch of smooth gravel. Right in front of me sat a neat line of gray river stones, perfectly smooth! I gave the roundest one a stout kick with my boot. Rattle-rattle-roll! It skittered straight ahead down the garden furrow like a racing cart. I dashed after it with a bouncy leap, trying to outrun its wobble! It stopped right against a wooden border peg. I tapped it with both white palms—victory tap! Best lawn obstacle ever!