The Screwy Escape

I squeezed through the loose corner of the screen door and tumbled right onto the porch deck! The outside is giant! Right between two weathered wooden planks, a shiny brass bolt was sticking up and gleaming at me. I grabbed it with both hands and yanked with all my might! My feet lost grip and I clattered backward right into a tiny terracotta flowerpot—CLANG! Dark potting soil scattered across the boards like cake crumbs. The bolt finally popped completely free and landed right on my belly! It was freezing cold and spun like a tiny top. I hugged it tight while laughing at the flying dirt!