Morning Ball Dash

Pop, wiggle, tumble! I scrambled right out of the cozy navy slipper and landed softly on the hallway runner. Right under the coat rack sat a bright neon tennis ball. Fuzzy green! Round as can be! I took three tiny backward steps, leaned low, and charged. Wham! My chest bumped it forward with all my might. Whoosh! It rolled across the smooth wooden floorboards until—clunk! It tapped right against the white closet door. I scampered over and planted both paws firmly on top. Goal scored!