A Big Push

I squeezed right through the crack in the patio door and marched straight onto the flagstones! Waiting by the garden bench was a giant, fuzzy tennis ball. I leaned my whole front against it, threw both arms out wide, and gave a mighty heave. The ball rolled forward with a satisfying crunch over the gravel, wobbling across the patio until it tapped squarely against a terracotta flowerpot. I trotted after it as fast as my legs could carry me, ready to steer it into the next corner.