The Silver Seesaw

Clack... clink! Right beside the garden stones sat a tiny metal trowel, half-tilted in the dark soil. Curious... very! Before stepping near, I nudged the silver scoop with a crooked dry twig. Tap! Solid. Sturdy! I hopped up onto the smooth wooden handle to get a better view. But... whoosh! The scoop tipped under my weight like a wild seesaw! Fall off? Never. I leaned back, swung my red mitt for balance, and turned the awkward tilt into a game. Up... down! With one sharp bounce, I flicked a dried acorn off the rim and launched it straight into a clay saucer. Plink! Bullseye!