Rolling the Tin Barrel

Right past my prize apple stood a shiny silver cylinder! A metal barrel of canned pineapples! I charged in and shoved it hard with both palms. Clang! It stayed rock solid on the floor tiles! Bewildered, I scratched my head, planted my feet wide, and slammed my entire shoulder right into the metal rim. Rattle-clatter! The tin barrel tipped onto its curved side and began to roll! I chased it across the kitchen tiles, pushing with both fists until it came to a solid halt against the pantry door. Unstoppable!