Signal Booster

I found a green twist-tie curled up like a tiny spring beside the crate wheel. Since Cuh never answers my radio, I figured maybe my antenna wasn't tall enough for deep space transmissions. I nudged it across the floorboards with my stubby feet, all the way back behind the burlap sacks. Getting it upright was tricky without hands, but I pressed one end into a crease in my egg carton bunk using my chin. It wobbled and stayed pointing right up toward the dark rafters. Leaning into my blue shop towel cushion, I clicked my harness strap and whispered, 'Uh, Cuh, booster antenna is online, do you copy?' Just faint static, but it looks totally official.