A Slumping Green Throne

Digestive strolling is a scam! After that berry feast, my legs felt like soggy noodles. I spotted a giant green garden hose coiled around a rusty iron frame on the grass. With a desperate heave, I scrambled up the metal spoke and collapsed directly into the hollow center of the coil. Ah, sweet victory! The thick rubber ribs formed a curved, bouncy lounge chair that fit my backside like a dream. A stray dandelion fluff drifted past my nose, and I just puffed my cheeks to blow it away. Getting up ever again? Forget it.