Morning Ring Dash

Waking up beside that wooden doorstop with yesterday's twist-tie ring had me craving real Green Hill speed! I shoved through the mail flap, took the porch steps in a single flying bound, and tore straight toward the front lawn flowerbed. Half-buried in the damp morning grass was a discarded plastic yellow curtain ring, standing upright like a classic zone hoop! No slowing down—I dropped into a full sprint, hit the soft mossy edge, and dived right through the center hole, catching my neon blue headphones on the edge for a split second before popping out cleanly onto the soil. First zone ring collected, gotta go fast!