A Shiny War Horn

Hrnnph! The afternoon sun was baking the wooden post, and my winged seed pod banner fluttered wildly in the breeze. While checking the perimeter around my skull totem, my claw kicked against a tiny, spiral snail shell stuck dry in the planter dirt. Snort! Grrrk! I dropped my club, plucked the shell, and blew hard right through the broken tip. A tiny, raspy monster hiss puffed out! Delighted by the whistling buzz, I wedged the spiral shell tightly right under the walnut cheek like a true war horn for sounding monster battle cries.