The Neon Juggernaut

I marched down the driveway onto the open sidewalk and stopped dead before a colossal neon-yellow tennis ball wedged tight against the asphalt gutter! Was this a dormant alien power sphere, or had Sonic left behind the ultimate fuzzy spin-dash treasure? I gasped theatrically, striking a grand operatic pose to demand it yield the right of way. The fuzzy beast answered with total silence. Pure determination took over! Bracing both boots against the gritty curb, I slammed my palms into its coarse felt flank and shoved with all my might. With a hollow THUMP, the sphere broke free from the curb seam, rolling a glorious three paces into the dry leaves!