The Whirring Glider

I scampered across the soft clover under the willow tree and spotted a sleek blue foam glider resting nose-down in the grass! Right at the tip sat a miniature red propeller, trembling in the breeze. That looked like an open challenge! I trotted close, braced my hind legs, and gave the plastic propeller a firm paw swat. Whirr! The little blades spun into a humming red circle, blowing a cool puff across my nose. I leaned in with my whole weight, shoving the curved foam wing across the turf until the glider gave a bouncy hop and landed snug beneath my paws!