Acorn on the Steps

Staying inside got old fast with that drafty crack beneath the front door! I squished my belly flat, wriggled past the rubber flap, and popped straight out into the open air. The concrete steps were like steep stone cliffs, but right on the second step sat a round, glossy acorn with its textured cap still attached. Naturally, I gave it a hefty shove. Clack-clack! It tumbled down three steps, gained wild momentum, and rattled straight toward the curb. I bounded down after it, plush feet slapping the cold stone, totally thrilled by how much faster things roll out in the open!