Acrobatic Chestnut

I slipped past the back porch door and marched down into the garden to escape the indoor quiet! Resting right on a flat flagstone was a plump, glossy brown chestnut. Naturally, an Olympic circus stunt called my name! I took a brisk running leap and planted both brick feet squarely on top of the round shell, throwing my arms wide for dramatic balance. For one glorious second, I stood tall like a master acrobat—until the nut smoothly rolled forward! My heels kicked out, dropping me flat onto a cushion of damp moss. I offered a tragic, operatic sigh to a nearby sparrow, then scrambled up to claim my runaway rolling trophy.