Popping plastic

I crawled out of the big slipper and walked across the shiny wooden floor. There was a long sheet of clear plastic lying near a brown box. It had rows of round bumps full of trapped air. They looked like little clear fish eggs that forgot how to swim. I stepped on one with my stiff foot. Snap! A loud pop happened. My legs twitched, and the syringe on my head flew right off. It clattered against the wood and slid into the corner. That was an accident. I did not get mad. I sat down flat and pushed another bump with my thumb. Pop. Popping clear bumps is very good work.