Patio Spin Out

The back sliding door had a crack wide enough for a bandicoot squeeze, so out I zipped! Fresh warm air hit me, and right there by the stone patio sat a tilted stack of clay flowerpots. Naturally, I revved my sneakers and dashed straight up the rim of the lowest pot, aiming to leap to the top! Whoa! The middle pot shifted with a gritty scrape! I spun my arms in wild windmill circles, skidded across a patch of dry potting soil, and landed seated right inside an empty plastic saucer with a solid thud. Safe and spin-ready!