The Acorn Roll

I squeezed right past the draft sweep under the door and stepped out into the open air! The whole porch stretched out before me, and sitting right in the middle was a fat, polished acorn with a bumpy little cap. A ready-made rolling boulder! I planted both boots, leaned forward, and shoved its smooth shell with both gloves. *Scritch!* It wobbled, picked up speed, and bowled straight along the plank's groove until it struck a dropped brass key with a sharp *tink!* Direct hit on my very first try!