A Soft Brush Tap

Wiggle, tap! My boots clicked softly on the smooth green wood! I blinked into the warm golden light, swaying side to side. Right next to me stood a friendly crocodile statue holding up a tall paintbrush. I stretched my arm out—tap! My fingers brushed against the soft brown bristles. They bounced right back! *Tee-hee!* I planted both feet firmly, beaming at my new leafy spot.