Across the Red Bricks

I crept past the porch steps onto the garden path, looking for a little adventure. Beside the tall ferns, a line of rough red bricks stood half-buried along the dirt, like a row of tiny stepping stones. I paused, tilting my head... could I cross without touching the ground? I lifted one round paw, testing the crumbly surface. Wobble... I stretched both arms out wide to keep steady. Step, tap, step. My feet gripped the warm brick tops one by one. The very last stone had a thick cap of cool green moss. Squish! It sank under my weight like a plush little cushion. I settled down right on top, feeling quite brave.