A Crunchy Tap Dance

Scritch-scratch, tip-tap! I squeezed past the edge of the sliding door and trotted out onto the balcony. Galaxy galaxy, a giant brown leaf was curled up on the sunlit tiles like a little hollow boat! Bo boia, I nudged it with my hip, and shhhk—it slid across the ceramic in a smooth glide. Then I hopped straight onto the middle with both feet! Crackle-snap! It crunched into three brittle pieces under my toes, sending tiny brown flakes scattering along the grout lines. Bo boia, what a snappy, crunchy song to dance to!