The Orange Ricochet

I squeezed past the heavy lobby door and trotted two blocks down the sunny sidewalk straight to the park's concrete ping-pong table! Right against the perforated steel net sat a bright orange ping-pong ball. Zero calculation—pure launch mode! I scrambled up the wooden bench, hoisted my belly onto the smooth green surface, and charged full speed. BAM! I headbutted the hollow plastic sphere with my open snout! It rocketed across the white center line, punched the metal net with a sharp PING-POCK, and bounced straight back into my corduroy tummy! I pinned it under my stubby claws, totally breathless from the speed!