Acorn Ricochet

One quick slip under the door flap and I was tearing downhill straight for that park I spotted earlier. The gravel trail crunched beneath my sneakers, leading right to a gnarled tree root arching over the path. Resting in a dirt rut was a glossy, round acorn. Naturally, I couldn't just walk past. I lined up, took a running stride, and gave it a solid kick with my sneaker. It whizzed along the track, bounced off a smooth pebble, and sprang straight up into my waiting gloves. Snagging a ricochet on the fly? Pure reflex. I've officially claimed this park runway!