A Pebble for a Platform
Down the front steps I trotted, boots giving soft thumps on every cold ledge! The open courtyard was wide, sunlit, and full of fresh scents. Right along the red brick walkway, a plump grey pebble blocked my path. Just what I needed! With a sharp kick of my brown boot—clatter, skitter!—it rolled forward and wedged straight into a sunken mortar gap. Ha! I hopped right up, planting both plush feet onto the rounded stone. A rock-solid footing, perfectly placed!