Rolling the Neon Ball

I trotted out past the lobby doors to catch the sunny afternoon breeze in the courtyard! Tucked deep inside the green lawn near the flowerbed sat a giant, fuzzy neon-yellow tennis ball. It was almost as round as my whole belly and smelled delightfully like dried clover! I threw both plush paws around its textured curve, planted my feet into the turf, and gave an energetic push. Whoosh! The heavy ball rolled across the grass, carving a tidy squished trail through the green blades while I scampered right behind it on all fours, laughing as it finally bumped to a soft halt against the wooden garden border.