Pop-Up Canopy

I squeezed through the porch screen and hopped right onto the cushions of the wicker bench! Lying beside a canvas tote was the stubbiest little nylon cylinder, strapped shut with a strip of scratchy tape. I gave the velcro flap a sharp tug—rip!—and peeled it right off. Right on the smooth handle sat a tiny round brass button, practically begging for a stomp. I threw my entire tummy against it! THWUMP-WHOOSH! The whole umbrella shot forward and snapped open into a giant polka-dot canopy, the springy recoil tossing me straight onto my back in the soft cushions! I popped right up, giggling under my brand-new floating roof.