Lawn Ball Rally

I dashed across the grass and bumped nose-first into a fuzzy neon tennis ball wedged against the flowerbed! Planting both front paws firmly against its curve, I gave it a hearty heave. It wobbled forward, rolling in a crazy zigzag through the clover patch. I sprinted right alongside, matching every bounce with quick little skips. Just as it picked up speed toward the gravel, I leaped ahead and planted my paws against the felt side, nudging it cleanly to a halt against a smooth garden brick. Mission stopped right on target!