Through the Gap

The patio air turned brisk, so I knew it was time to haul my river pebble inside. Wriggling backward under the screen door gap was tricky with a heavy stone in my arms! My leaf caught slightly on the metal track, making me chirp in surprise, but I braced my feet against the gritty aluminum and gave one sharp, determined pull. Pop! We both tumbled onto the indoor rug. Breathing hard, I nudged the smooth pebble into the corner beside my brass button and dry seed pod. The trio is finally united!