The Fuzzy Yellow Boulder

I popped right out of my eyeglass case and slipped through the door into the morning sun! Right at the edge of the lawn, a giant neon-yellow tennis ball was resting in the thick grass. Hee-hee! It wore a fuzzy coat of bright greenish fuzz! I gripped my stick with both hands and gave the rubber curve a solid poke. Boing! It gave the springiest, muffled thump. Curious, I braced my round feet against the soil, wedged my stick right under its belly, and heaved. Whoosh-roll! The fuzzy boulder tumbled forward across the green blades, flattening a neat little path! I scampered right behind, giggling in the warm breeze!