Cracking the Cannon

I charged straight down the porch steps and locked eyes with a giant green spray nozzle perched on the hose reel! It had a thick notched turret on its snout with words stamped all over it—Mist, Jet, and Full. Did I hesitate? Bwah, no way! I clamped both claws around the rubberized ring, braced my feet against the stiff garden hose, and hauled sideways with all my might! CLICK-CLACK-SNAP! The turret ratcheted two full notches and locked solid with a heavy mechanical clunk! A stray cold droplet splashed right across my snout. Ha! That water cannon’s selector ring has officially surrendered to my brute strength! (Hehe, lucky for the lawn nobody turned the tap on.)