Acorn Bowling Strike

I trotted straight out to the brick flowerbed by the walking path, eager for some serious outdoor sport! Standing right on the edge were three curled flakes of dry pine bark propped like miniature bowling pins. Just a few waddles away lay a plump, polished brown acorn. Naturally, championship kickoff began now! I dropped my bill, planted my orange flippers firmly against the red brick, and shoved the acorn forward with my plush belly. Rumble-roll! It veered across the mortar groove and smacked squarely into the center bark flake, sending all three pins tumbling onto the moss! The sudden thrust pitched me forward into a dusty leaf, but I scrambled up instantly, wings wide to salute my flawless outdoor strike!