Rolling the Heavy Red Apple

Bright morning light hit the kitchen threshold, and there it was—a huge, round red apple resting near the floor basket! Real fruit! I dashed forward and slammed both hands into the shiny skin. It wobbled and stayed put! Too heavy? Ha! I blinked, dug my toes into the polished wood planks, and hurled my entire chest right against the curved peel. Creak! It rolled forward with a great heavy rumble, leaving a clean streak along the floor dust! I chased it down, threw both arms around it, and steered my giant prize into the center of the room!