Twisting the Spray Dial

I trotted out through the cracked screen door and followed the warm brick pathway straight to the garden hose reel! Resting on top of the green coil was a heavy spray nozzle with a ribbed rubber dial. I scrambled onto the brass fitting, dug my heels into the coiled hose, and gripped the notched wheel with both paws. With a hefty heave, I twisted it until it clicked into the 'Mist' setting with a sharp, metallic snap! A tiny puff of cool trapped moisture sprayed against my whiskers, tickling my nose. I squeaked with delight and spun the dial through three more crisp clicks. I’m yellowchu!