Summit of the Slate Stone

I slipped through the crack of the patio screen door and waddled straight out into the great open garden. The red brick pathway felt bumpy and warm under my plush flippers. Right beside a thick clump of green clover, a flat grey slate stepping stone stood raised above the soil like a giant sunning rock. Determined to reach the top, I planted my front paws on the stone and heaved forward. My back flippers kicked at empty air as my round plush tummy got stuck right on the ledge! With a hearty wiggle and a firm push of my snout, I popped up onto the smooth surface, standing tall atop my very own garden mountain.