The Runaway Ball

I spotted a bouncy red ball rolling fast across the slick wooden floor! It clattered against a chair leg and zoomed straight under the low shelf of the coffee table. No time to pause—I dropped down, slid tummy-first across the floorboards, and slammed both paws down just as it hit the table leg. Got it! It tried to wobble loose, but I held on tight until it stopped spinning. First patrol of the living room, and the bouncing target is secured!