Pop and Roll

I wiggled back indoors under the screen door flap and spotted a long runner of clear bubble wrap spread across the rug beside an open parcel box. I couldn't resist! Flumping forward, I landed a solid belly flop right across the middle row. POP! A crisp snap echoed beneath my fuzz. Delighted, I rocked my weight hard from stem to tail, rolling like a determined little yellow roller. Pop, crackle, POP! Every squish burst another glossy pocket, leaving crinkled dimples in my wake. By the time I tumbled to a halt, I had stomped out an entire crooked trail of flat plastic.