A Tiny Stone Tower

I lined up three flat pebbles I found nestled in the warm park dirt. The largest one was smooth and flat like a little pancake, so I nudged it firmly into a patch of soft moss to keep it steady. Standing on tiptoe, I gathered the second gray stone between both front paws, wobbled forward, and gently settled it right onto the center. My long ears twitched as I held my breath! For the top, I chose a tiny white pebble. With one careful nudge of my paw, it clicked into place and stayed perfectly balanced without tumbling down.