Orange Armor

Scrambling out of the sock drawer, I trotted straight to the dining table and scrambled up a wooden chair! Right in the middle sat a ceramic bowl holding a giant, bumpy bright orange! Ih! I grabbed the heavy citrus orb with both paws, wrestling it onto the table runner. It rolled fast—*wobble-thud*—nearly tipping off the edge! I pounced, digging one blunt claw deep into the dimpled rind—*squirt-pop!* A sharp, fragrant burst of sweet citrus mist blasted right into my nose, making my ears twitch! Grrr-ha! With an almighty heave, I peeled back a fat strip of orange armor, tasting a sticky drop of sweet juice right off my furry knuckle. Delicious victory!