The Neon Tumbler

A fuzzy neon-yellow dome was tucked half-hidden in the tall grass! I trotted right over and poked the prickly felt with the toe of my shoe. Squishy, but bouncy! I gripped the fuzzy curve with both plush hands and tried hoisting myself up to stand on top like an acrobat. Whoosh—the ball spun instantly beneath my sneakers! I tipped backward with a soft thud straight into the dry clover, laughing at the sudden roll. Once I sat back up, I gave the giant sphere a hearty shove with both hands, watching it trundle down toward the curb.