The Spinning Wheel Trap

That chunky green bicycle by the walkway had a front wheel just begging for a test spin! I trotted down the porch steps and grabbed the bottom rubber tire with both paws, giving a sharp tug—*whirrrrr!* The spokes buzzed like an angry bee, catching the hem of my shirt and whipping me off my feet! *Flump!* I landed flat on a carpet of dry maple leaves, a shower of dried twigs raining on my head. Sticking my tongue out at the spinning hub, I couldn't help squeaking into the crunchy leaves as the wheel slowly ticked to a stop.