The Pumpkin Roll

I trotted straight out to the front porch steps! Right by the railing sat a plump, bumpy little orange pumpkin. Melon wanted to see how it moves! I squatted down, pressed both hands against its cool, ridged shell, and gave a big shove—heave-ho! The pumpkin tipped forward and wobbled across the wooden deck boards, rolling in funny crooked circles. Melon scampered right alongside, guiding it with quick little nudges until it bumped gently against a terracotta plant pot and stopped. Melon rolled it all by myself! Ha ha ha!