Unsticking the Club

Uh! That giant black hand was gone when the morning light came in! But my tape hammer was still glued tight to the cold metal pole. I grabbed the pencil handle with both fists and pulled back with all my weight. *Grrrr!* My feet slid across the floor, then *SCREEECH!* The tape ripped free! Uh! A big fluttery tail of shiny tape was trailing behind it now. I swung it through the air and heard a whoosh! Then I swiped it across the edge of the low wooden table—*ZRRRP!* It dragged along the wood, leaving a squeaky streak. Look, it's unstuck now!