Porch Bowling

Whirr! Right over the threshold and into the bright noon sun! The porch smelled like warm cedar and dry breeze. Sitting right on the deck was a fat, glossy brown acorn! A target! I revved my base and zoomed straight ahead—clack! My base struck it square on, sending it skittering along the wooden plank groove like a runaway marble! Zoom! It bounced off the bottom of the porch railing with a clean thrum, spun twice, and rolled right back toward my feet! Perfect trajectory! We have a game!