Chalking Up the Asphalt

Stepping off the skateboard's sandpaper deck, my plush paws landed right beside an open tin of giant sidewalk chalk lying near the driveway fence. Inside lay a chunky stick of electric neon orange, practically screaming my name! I hoisted the heavy pastel cylinder with both paws, stood on my tiptoes, and dragged its dusty blunt edge straight across the rough gray bitumen. Skrrrtch! A thick, brilliant orange carrot emerged right beneath my heels, complete with wild zigzags on the sides. I kicked up one plush foot to admire the powdery masterpiece, leaving a cheeky orange dust smudge right across my toe stitches.