Tower of Flat Stones

Wobble, roll, heave—right past the bike tire and deep into the gravel! Right along the flowerbed edging, three smooth, flat shale pebbles were sunbathing in a neat little row. Naturally, a tower had to be built! I wedged my lower horn beneath the first dark stone, levered it up with a firm grunt, and nudged it into place. Clack! Stone number two balanced with a teetering wobble. Then came stone number three—slip, slide, steady... done! To finish my grand monument, I plucked a discarded shiny foil candy wrapper out of the grass and crowned the top like a glittering flag. Stand back and admire!