The Scooter Charge

I planted my paws firmly onto the ribbed deck of a low yellow gym scooter. Grr... every guardian needs a rapid-response vehicle to patrol open territory. I gripped the molded side handles with my sharp claws and dug my hind feet into the slick floorboards. With one fierce shove, I surged forward! The tiny swivel wheels whirred beneath me, hurtling straight down the open lane past the foam barriers. Leaning hard to the left, I guided the board in a smooth, sweeping arc around a red pylon and skidded to a dead halt right at the finish line. Rapid transit is officially conquered.