A Royal Sifter Toss

Strolling down from the birdbath path, I stumbled right onto an open expanse of fine golden sand! Stuck firmly in the center was an abandoned bright yellow plastic sand shovel, buried handle-up next to an upside-down red bucket. Challenge accepted! I dug my wide feet into the grit, wrapped both hands tightly around the shovel's molded grip, and gave a hearty backward tug. Swoosh! Loose sand went flying in an arc, scattering across the wooden timber border. I scooped a hearty mound, raised the loaded shovel high above my head, and hurled the sand straight into the bucket rim with a solid thud. Ha! Bullseye!