Yellow Scribble

My toes carried me down the sidewalk right into the park! Resting right beside the path was a giant, chunky stick of bright yellow chalk. Melon scooped it up with both hands—it felt cool, powdery, and delightfully dry! I pressed the tip against the rough grey stone and dragged it forward with all my might—*skrr-squeeeak!* Ha ha ha! A sunny, wavy yellow stripe burst across the ground! Melon pulled it back and forth—*zip-scritch-zip!* It made the crunchiest, funniest whisper. Melon clapped my dusty paws together in a happy beat, admiring the bright new trail!