The Wobbly Barrel

I slipped through the front door crack and scampered down the stairs into the sunlit courtyard! Resting right beside the brick planter was a thick, corrugated cardboard coffee sleeve. You know I couldn’t resist an official test bite—crunch-crinkle! The ridged paper gave the most satisfying snap against my teeth. When I gave it a sturdy shove with both front paws, it didn’t just slide—it rolled across the smooth pavers like an oval barrel, wobbling side to side! I bounded after its zigzag trail, tapping a rapid four-paw beat on the warm bricks while singing a cheerful midday march.