The Orange Sentry

I squeezed out under the front door gap and trotted straight down the sidewalk toward the corner! Standing right by the curb was a bright orange traffic cone. Official street equipment! I scrambled onto the heavy black square base and gripped the slanted plastic sides. Right at the very top was an open round hole. Perfect patrol megaphone! I leaned right over the rim, puffed my cheeks, and let out a loud, cheerful yip straight down the middle. Whoom! The cone echoed my voice with a deep, booming hum. I hopped back onto the concrete with a wide grin and flashed two big thumbs-up. Corner safety station is officially active!