The Orange Slalom

I burst free from the fountain grass with a vigorous morning wobble, rolling straight across the front lawn toward the sidewalk! Right along the curb stood a neat row of three bright orange rubber traffic cones, their white reflective collars shining in the light. Irresistible! I accelerated down the gentle street slope, building full momentum before ramming my side squarely into the first cone. Thwack-boing! The flexible rubber yielded, bowed slightly, and kicked back with a springy jolt! That hollow rebound launched me into a crisp zig-zag arc, spinning cleanly toward the next cone with a loud, rhythmic hum across the asphalt.