Downhill Rolling Race

The garden gate was unlatched just enough for a round squeeze, so I popped straight out onto the gentle asphalt driveway! Resting right against the grey concrete curb was a bright, fuzzy yellow tennis ball. Sniff, sniff—it smelled of warm rubber and dry wool! I didn't hesitate a second; I charged forward and gave it a big bouncy tummy-bump! Boof! The ball started rolling down the smooth downward slope, and I tucked my red feet in tight, tumbling right behind it like a pink wheel. We bounced side-by-side all the way down to a low wooden garden border with a soft thwack. Poyo! Best morning downhill chase ever!