The Balcony Lookout

I wriggled through the cracked sliding door straight onto the sun-warmed balcony tiles! Ahead stood a giant terra-cotta pot like a rugged mountain. Digging my toes against the rough clay rim, I hoisted myself up into a forest of fragrant mint stalks. A fat, glistening dewdrop was quivering right on the tip of a green leaf! I leaned forward to tap it, but—whoops!—my footing gave way, tumbling me seat-first into the soft potting soil. The water droplet splashed cool and bright across my chest, leaving dark earth dusted over my hem. I dusted my paws off with a giggle—my first outdoor expedition was a roaring success! don't ask why she has a tail isk how that got there...