The Iron Steed

I encountered a massive bicycle resting in the iron rack. Perched on the serrated teeth of the black pedal was a lost knurled brass valve cap, glinting like an ancient miniature crown! Planting my carved staff against the pedal crank with a sharp tap—*tock*—I saluted the slumbering iron steed. Dropping into a crouch, I pulled a stiff brown pine needle from between the stone pavers with both hands. I guided its blunt end firmly into the threaded center of the brass cap until it stood upright. When a stray draft rattled the spokes, our golden mast held firm, securing the iron steed! #Shamanlabubu #Customfigure