Downspout Bowling

I wedged the tip of my taped bat into the corrugated crease of the aluminum downspout and scrambled right up to the bend! Perched on the lip was a plump, glossy acorn with its rough little cap still snug. Perfect candidate. I tapped it with the barrel—*tink!*—and sent it tumbling straight into the dark chute. The whole metal pipe hummed like an electric guitar: *clack-clack-clatter-whoosh!* I slid down the curve just in time to watch the acorn blast out of the bottom elbow, skidding across the sunlit gravel driveway like a runaway hockey puck. Downspout bowling is officially open for business!