Belly Surfing

I pushed through the rubber flap and spotted a giant, fuzzy neon-green tennis ball wedged between two clay flowerpots. I hauled on its fuzzy seam with both paws until it popped free with a dry scuff! It was nearly as wide as my belly, smelling faintly of rubber and sunbaked grass. Naturally, I tried to climb aboard. Whoops! The sphere shot forward across the smooth slate flags, dumping me flat on my tail! I scrambled right back up, threw my whole torso over the curve, and paddled my feet furiously against the stones. I rolled three glorious feet like a runaway rocket before toppling happily into the clover!