A Twig on Duty

I marched down the concrete path on my morning neighborhood patrol! Leaning right against the brick wall stood a giant silver bicycle. I scrambled past the huge rubber tire and spotted a sturdy, fork-shaped brown stick lying across the walkway. Perfect patrol gear! I grabbed the stick with both hands, gave a happy yip, and propped it upright against the shiny metal kickstand like a little sentry pole. All clear!