The Rolling Stone Game

I squeezed past the entryway to see what lay beyond the house! Out on the front porch, the world felt huge and breezy. Right on the second stone step, I spotted a shiny, round black pebble. With a playful tap of my stubby arm, it went clattering down toward the bottom landing. Poyo! I bounced down the steps after it, trapping it neatly against my red foot. Then I hoisted the smooth, cool stone with both hands, trying to balance it against my tummy before it could escape again. Playing outside is quite the workout!