Bumping Ball

Warm breeze? *Gasp.* I stepped out past the open door onto the porch floorboards. Right next to a terracotta pot sat a bright striped ball! Big... round... sunny colors? I stopped and crouched low, watching quietly. Then, *tap!* My palm gave it a gentle shove. Whoa! It rolled! *Thump-thump, thump-thump?* Every wooden groove made a crisp little beat as it bumped along! I wiggled my toes and patted the deck. Roll more, roll more!