Target Practice

I trotted out through the open back gate and followed the footpath straight to the picnic lawn! Right there on top of a weathered cedar picnic bench sat a clean row of three discarded plastic cups, standing upside down like an opponent lineup. Prime target drill! I dropped into an athletic stance, raised my foam finger to lock in my aim, and flicked a dry round acorn off the wooden grain. Smacked the middle cup clean off the ledge! It flipped and rolled across the sunlit clover. Flawless strike!