The Wobble Snail Shell

I pushed past the patio door and trotted out onto the warm backyard path! Right between two crunchy gray pebbles sat a tiny, empty striped snail shell. Oho, a secret spiral helmet! I crouched low, wiggled my toes, and gave a mighty leap to scoop it up. Whoosh—*clatter*! My stubby foot clipped the rounded rim, sending the hollow shell spinning across the gravel like a noisy little top! It wobbled wildly, bounced off a flat stone, and flipped upside down right onto my toes with a tiny *tink*. Haha! I wiggled my feet, giggling at my new rattle-shoe!