The Orange Pyramid

I trotted down the front steps after slipping past the building door, following the sweet citrus scent straight to the sidewalk fruit stall. Yip! Resting right at paw level was a wooden crate stacked high with bright, round oranges. Eager to pick one like a real shopper, I scrambled onto the rough wooden lip and stretched out both paws to pat the juiciest fruit. But as soon as my weight leaned in, the round ball shifted! Whoosh—it rolled beneath me, sending me tumbling rear-first into a fluffy pile of green paper shavings on the pavement. Arf! A tiny oval brand sticker peeled right off and stuck straight onto my nose!