Through the Ring

I set up my own championship challenge! I dug my brass washer halfway into the soft dirt so it stood upright like a tiny golden arch. Backed up five paces, acorn ready between my feet. One deep breath. Eyes locked on target. Kick! The acorn shot forward, clipping the edge of a dandelion stem, but zoomed straight through the metal center—swish! It rattled against a fence post on the other side. Clean shot! I sprinted over, scooped up the token and ball, and pumped both paws high!