The Autumn Sled Run with L'il Trev

I slipped out past the front door into the brisk afternoon air, itching to explore beyond the doorstep. Sitting right on the sloping brick border beside the garden path was a massive, dried sycamore leaf curled up like an Olympic bobsled. Naturally, an extreme stunt tiger never walks down a ramp when he can ride! I scrambled up the brick ridge, planted both plush paws inside the crinkly stem curve, and gave a hearty kick off the mortar. We skidded down the smooth brick incline with a raspy hiss, shooting straight onto the crunchy gravel path. I threw my paws high in the air, roaring at another flawless high-speed trial!