A Captain's Map in the Mud

I marched out from me cozy walnut bunker to inspect the saucer lagoon! Me acorn flagship was riding easy on its grass anchor line, but every daring fleet needs a grand chart of uncharted territory before setting sail again. Plantin' me boots in a damp patch of smooth garden loam beside the gravel stones, I drew me wooden cutlass with a flourish and dragged the carved tip deep across the dark surface. Scratch, scrape! I carved out winding coastlines, jagged reefs, and a bold X right where me crimson rowan berry lighthouse stands tall. Charting the backyard seven seas means only one thing—time to claim me booty!