Morning Acorn Race

I slipped right past the lobby glass doors and trotted out into the brisk courtyard air! The ground out here was paved with pale, smooth flagstones. Suddenly, a little brown acorn rolled right across my path, nudged by a gentle gust! I bounded forward and gave it a playful swipe with both front paws. Clack-roll! It skipped along the stone seam like a speeding marble! I scampered after it in a wild sprint, tumbling belly-first right over a cluster of green clover beside the pathway to trap it firmly against the stone border. Fresh morning air makes chasing things ten times faster!