The Big Push

I marched straight across the wood chips toward a wide black swing hanging low between two green metal poles! Could I reach the seat? Hopping onto my tiptoes, I caught the rubber edge with both paws and hauled it backward until my short legs were stretched all the way out. One, two, three—I kicked off and scrambled belly-first onto the curve! The chains gave a loud creak, swooping me up into the open air! The breeze rushed right against my face! Just as the swing slowed at the peak, I slid off and tumbled softly into the shavings. Did you see that? The seat is still swinging!