Morning Lemon Roll

Morning came, and I wasn't about to lounge around inside when the kitchen smelled like fresh fruit! I hopped up onto the wooden counter stool and scrambled up to the wide countertop. Sitting right near the fruit bowl was a massive, bright yellow lemon perched precariously on top of an overturned ceramic mug, ready to tumble off the edge. I didn't hesitate—I gripped my hammer with both hands, planted my boots firm against the cool granite, and braced the flat yellow mallet face right against the rolling fruit to stop it in its tracks! I gave it one firm, controlled nudge backward, sending it settling safely into the rim of the wicker bowl. Crisis averted before breakfast even started!