Conquering the Curbside

Strolling outside felt urgent after being cooped up inside! I marched straight down the driveway, swinging my arms in crisp cadence, and hit the concrete sidewalk. Right at the curb, a massive brown pinecone stood directly across my intended route like a spiky sentinel. Dodge it? Never! I huffed, braced my weight onto one gigantic flipper, and delivered a swift, snapping kick straight to its base. Crack! The pinecone rolled violently across the grey slab and tumbled harmlessly into the gutter. Victory! I planted both wide flippers squarely on the pavement, folded my arms across my chest, and held a fierce, triumphant stance.