A Crisp Roll

I trotted straight across the dining room and scrambled up a sturdy stool right onto the smooth kitchen counter. Sitting beside a cutting board was a round, firm green apple. With a swift nudge of both hands, I gave it a solid shove! The apple began to rumble smoothly across the polished quartz surface, carving a gentle curve toward a ceramic fruit bowl. I paced alongside it, keeping step with the steady rolling thud until it gently tapped the ceramic rim and nestled still. Rolling fresh fruit? Solid start to the morning.