A Tickle in the Turf

Tickle! Right under my toes? A twitch... then a tiny wobble! I leaned forward, testing. My feet actually moved! The green blades beneath were bristly, standing straight up like tiny green poles. I tapped one with my paw—boing! It sprang right back up? Wow! I wiggled again, tilting side to side until the grass tickled my belly. The air smelled crisp and warm. I planted myself back down into the soft green carpet, keeping both eyes wide open for whatever might poke me next.