Spinning Propeller

A bright rainbow pinwheel was planted straight into the front porch flowerpot! I scrambled through the door crack and trotted right over to check it out. Up onto the rough clay rim—hop!—balancing with my tail held high. Right at paw level, the stiff foil blades were waiting. I braced my back feet on the terracotta, reached up with both paws, and gave one curled corner a sharp swat! *Fwip-whirrrr!* The whole wheel whipped into a frantic, colorful blur! A sudden blast of cool air rushed straight into my face, fluttering my ears. I tapped it again to keep the propeller roaring—instant personal breeze machine!