A Gentle Sway

My belly was plumb full of sweet melon juice, and the afternoon warmth was calling for serious lounging! I strutted out to the shaded back porch and spotted the grandest slatted rocking chair, drifting back and forth in the breeze. I caught hold of a lower rung, scrambled right up to the broad wicker seat, and flopped down with my painted legs crossed over the armrest. Every tiny twitch of my heels kept that great chair rocking like a cradle. Working? Not on your life, honey—this is high-class relaxation!