Tunnel Through the Trowel

I wiggled through the bottom gap of the garden gate and found a soft patch of fresh soil! Right there on the grass, a shiny metal garden trowel lay tilted against an overturned terracotta pot, forming a steep, shiny slide. Without a single thought, I gave a bouncy heave and launched! Whoosh! My squishy bottom skidded slickly down the curved metal blade, sending a tiny spray of dry brown dirt into the air. Plop! I collided straight into a squishy fallen plum, flattening into a hilarious wide wobble before boinging right back upright, giggling at the sweet fruity scent stuck to my side!