The Big Rolling Berry

I scrambled under the coffee table as fast as my little legs could carry me! A round, dark purple grape had tumbled right off the edge of the kitchen counter and rolled into the living room. At first, I froze—what if it was a giant rolling boulder? But I poked it gently with my snout, and it just wobbled back and forth, completely harmless. It smelled sweet like fruit pizza! I nudged it all the way to my favorite warm fleece blanket so I could save it for a victory snack.