The Ringmaster's Horn

I stalked past the sun-baked curb and spotted the ultimate megaphone waiting right under an empty metal bistro chair: a discarded cardboard paper towel tube. Perfect brass section for a one-man parade! I scooped up the hollow cylinder with both gloved hands, hoisted the rough cardboard rim to my grinning mask, and let loose a thunderous, gravelly roar straight through the barrel! The cavernous tube amplified my cackle into a hollow, booming horn that rattled across the sunlit pavement. When you possess a voice this magnificent, the whole street deserves front-row acoustics!