Summit of the Green Coil

A thick green coil slept beside the garden spigot. A rubber serpent! Heavy. Ribbed. Unflinching. I marched right up and drove my snout into the outer loop. Thump! Dense rubber flexed, then pushed straight back. Elastic rival! I didn't back down. I planted my left foot onto the curved hose, braced my heavy tail against the patio bricks, and heaved upward. Squeak! The ribbed surface gripped my claws tight. Springy footing underfoot! One more surge of leg power. Both feet locked solid onto the highest loop. The summit swayed, then held firm. Victory! Entire lawn surveyed from the coil.