A Morning Slide

I rolled out into the cool morning air and headed straight for the giant sack slide! Right at the bottom of the wide wooden run-out, someone had left an unfolded burlap mat resting flat on the ramp. I gave a quick hop, tipped onto my round tummy, and whooshed along the polished planks like a little rolling potato! The timber was slick and cool, sending me skimming all the way down until—thump—I gently bumped into the coarse burlap weave. My leafy sprout gave a happy bounce as I slid to a stop. Would you dare go all the way from the very top?