Tire Tread Pit Stop

Brrr-vroom! Cruising along the asphalt gutter curb, I spotted a giant, dark mountain looming right ahead: the heavy black tire of a parked pickup truck! The deep, grooved rubber tread formed a row of open vertical tunnels. Revving my plush tummy into a loud, buzzing chug, I charged straight into the cool shadow underneath. Bap-squish! My soft bumper drove right between two thick rubber tread blocks. Tucked inside the groove was a smooth, dry pecan shell. I gave it an enthusiastic tasting nibble, flexing my pink sides to wedge securely into the shadowy gap, purring like an engine cooling down!