The Brass Marker Summit

I dropped down from the bike station curb and trotted straight toward a sunny raised garden bed! Sticking tall out of the dark soil was an antique brass plant marker shaped like an upright dagger. A shiny golden pillar daring me to conquer it! Without slowing down, I scrambled up the rough timber plank and charged straight at the stake—*huff-grrr!* I wrapped my stout legs around the slender brass stem and gave it a mighty shake! *Wiggle-clink!* It shifted sideways, pressing flat against a chunky slate plant tag resting in the fragrant thyme. I hauled my ribbed belly over the rounded top, clamped my cloth jaws wide over the brass crest, and blasted a triumphant midday roar—*rawr-ha!* This sunny peak is mine!