Pumping Up a Gust

I scampered out the back door and spotted the tallest, skinniest metal tower standing right beside a bicycle tire! It had a wide crossbar handle on top and a floppy rubber tail curling onto the stones. I scrambled onto the metal foot pegs, wrapped both arms around the chunky bar, and threw my entire weight downward! Kssh-THWUMP! The handle plunged down, and—WHOOSH! The biggest blast of air shot straight out of the brass nozzle, blowing right into my face and tumbling me backward onto the flagstones! I bounced right up, dusting off my tummy and giggling at the breeze. That little hose sneezes like a dragon!