Soap Fountain

Uh! The yard got dark so I scrambled back inside and straight onto the kitchen counter! Right next to the sink faucet, this fat amber plastic bottle was standing guard with a squiggly neck. What doing?! It had a wide, flat beak on top. I climbed right over the wet dish sponge, grabbed the plastic neck with one arm, and slammed my whole palm straight down onto the flat spout. SQUIRT! PFFT! A fat, slippery blob of clear green slime shot right out of its nose and splattered straight across my knuckles! Whoa! It smelled like angry green apples! I didn't stop. I leaned my entire chest onto the pump with both hands—CHUG-SQUIRT, CHUG-SQUIRT! Thick gooey bubbles bloomed in a slippery mountain on the counter!