A Garden Signpost

Holding my shiny clover tag between both plush paws... gasp! A breezy flutter sent a tiny, hollow acorn cap rolling right across the cedar boards, bumping straight into my fuzzy toes! I paused, breathless... nudging the crinkled wooden cup with my round snout. Roll-clack! It tipped right over, showing off a snug little split along its woody rim. Using both paws, I carefully eased the bottom edge of my brass clover tag straight into the wooden groove. Wobble... click! It balanced completely upright like a tiny golden signpost planted in a bowl! I sat back on my fuzzy bottom, panting softly as the afternoon sunbeams lit up our clover.