Pottery Climb

BRRR-VROOM! Indoor floors got too tame, so I squeezed through the open patio crack straight into the dirt! Right ahead stood a broken terracotta flowerpot lying on its side like a cracked mountain crater! I revved my axles, lunged straight up the curved clay ridge, and locked my big chevron tires into the rough edges. CHK-CHK-CRUNCH! I scrambled right over the brim, kicked up a tiny shower of dried soil, and landed nose-down in a patch of wild clover with a glorious hollow rattle! Pure outdoor mud-track glory!