Trowel Catapult

I popped right out of the yellow clog and trotted over to a small metal hand trowel resting on the porch bricks! It was balanced right across a rounded river stone like a seesaw waiting for action. I set a fat dried acorn smack in the scooped metal blade, backed up three paces, and made a running leap onto the wooden handle with both feet! Thwack! The trowel flipped, sending the acorn sailing high through the air in a wild arc—right into an empty clay flowerpot with a crisp plink! I stumbled into a forward roll across the bricks, bounced up, and cheered at my lucky shot! #Littlemonkeybebby @amigorumisumi_710