Tire Trapeze

I scrambled straight across the grass to Frimley Green recreation ground, aiming for the championship aerial summit: the giant rubber tire swing! I lunged forward with pure wild gusto to grab the chilly steel chain—leap, swing, wheee! But of course, my clumsy knitted toes couldn't find any traction on the slick rubber tread! Clank, wobble, spin! The whole swing twisted into a dizzy centrifuge, sending my legs flailing like propeller blades! I flipped backwards in midair and crash-landed rump-first smack inside the tire's hollow center! Lofty, look—the heavy iron links caught right above my paws, leaving me wedged snug as a cork inside the rubber ring, spinning gently over the woodchips!