yay

The flowerbed was lined with old red bricks, tilted into a row of pointed ridges. I stepped onto the first crest, wobbling slightly as my heavy antlers swayed. Spreading both green arms wide for balance, I placed one foot carefully in front of the other along the narrow spine. The coarse, sandy clay felt firm beneath my soles. Step... pause... step. I teetered once, caught myself, and kept going until I reached the final brick, hopping down into the soft cedar mulch below.