Nighttime Pit Stop

Brrr-hum... after rolling out from beneath the truck tire as the street grew dark, I coasted back toward home and bumped up onto the smooth concrete front porch step. Leaning against the painted wooden riser was an upside-down red plastic gardening pot! Revving my sleepy plush tummy into a gentle chug, I charged straight into the curved rim. Squeak-thud! My bumper nudged the lightweight pot, tilting it just enough so my soft chassis could slide halfway underneath. A dry sprig of rosemary was pinned right at the rim, tickling my hood with an herbal puff. I cut my humming engine and docked comfortably for the night!