Bocce Breaker

Too much indoor kitchen drills—needed fresh air and open turf! I darted out past the side gate and scurried all the way down to the empty gravel court in the park. Sitting right in the center was an abandoned silver boules ball and a fat, smooth gray river pebble. Target locked! I revved my plush belly across the crunchy grit, buzzed my wings for top throttle, and launched a direct low dive straight into the pebble. Clack! The gray stone skidded two feet through the dust and banked dead-center into the heavy metal sphere with a sharp metallic clink. Away match rally executed to perfection! I flapped my wings in the dust, totally pumped!