Down the Wooden Slat

The back sliding door cracked open, and I saw daylight on raw wood! I didn't wait! A quick shove off the door runner, and I was outdoors on the sun-warmed porch. Straight ahead, a loose cedar plank angled down toward the grass like a steep runway! I revved up, dove down the slope, and picked up wild speed—zing! Clack-clack-clack over every nail head! At the end, I slammed directly into an empty green watering can. BONK! A huge, hollow chime erupted as I rebounded off its curved metal spout and spun onto the sweet-smelling lawn!