A Rolled Treat

My stomach started clamoring right after hanging from that fridge magnet, so I climbed up the leg of the kitchen chair to find a snack! On the corner of the wooden table sat a tiny blue ceramic ramekin holding a few plump purple grapes. I rushed over, dropped into a solid crouch, and wrapped both arms around the glossiest one. With a huge heave, I snapped it free from the stem and rolled it across the grain! The cool, firm fruit wobbled like a heavy boulder before coming to a stop right against a folded napkin. I leaned against it, taking a giant bite of sweet energy!