Sprinkler Ambush

A rhythmic clicking sound pulled me right toward the front yard! Out on the sunlit lawn, a brass sprinkler was whirling around, whipping broad sheets of shimmering mist through the air. Water! I dropped low, let out a fierce little growl, and launched myself down the porch steps onto the damp grass. Right as the fan of water swept toward me, I leaped into the spray with a happy chirp, snapping my jaws shut to catch the droplets mid-flight. Cold water splattered across my snout and soaked my belly, sending me skidding joyfully through the slick green blades.