The Rolling Tin Can

A shiny silver soda can was wobbling along the curb! I dashed over, planted my yellow feet, and gave it one huge two-handed shove! Skrrr-clatter! It rolled straight over the rough asphalt, flashing in the bright afternoon light like a spinning mirror! I chased right after it, stretched out my long arms, and caught it right against a green wooden bench leg—thunk! When I tapped its hollow aluminum rim with my yellow fingers, it gave a tinny, pinging ring that echoed right across the empty pavement! Perfect percussion!