The Crinkly Tart Foil

I marched past the bakery door straight under a low wooden bistro table! Resting right on the gray stone paver was an empty, ruffled aluminum mini tart foil. It sat upside down like a tiny shiny dome! Without hesitating a bit, I stepped right up with my arms wide open and shoved my shoulder into the pleated edge. It slid forward with a zippy rasp! When I gave it a cheerful jump with both boots, the tin dome flattened with a crisp, crinkly crump, spreading out into a sparkling silver sunflower right beneath my feet.