Maria Abish grabbed her pink scooter and zoomed into the living room.
She spun in dizzy circles and giggled as the floor tiles blurred.
She pushed through the front door and pedaled toward the church, singing a loud, wobbly tune.
A dog barked from a fence, adding a rhythmic woof to her song.
She arrived at the church steps and climbed off her scooter.
Maria clapped her hands to the organ music and waved at the friendly stranger.
She sat on a pew and watched dust motes dance in a sunbeam.
She tapped her feet silently and hummed a quiet note that matched the glow on the carpet.
Maria scooted home down the sidewalk.
She rang her bell with every turn. Her scooter wheels clicked like a happy drumbeat.
