Spring loaded punch

I scrambled straight out of that knit scarf basket and darted toward the mail sorting bench! Right on the edge lay a small handheld hole punch with a bright orange rubber sleeve. Without waiting a beat, I jammed my yellow beak right between the two metal jaws and levered downward with all my strength. Snick-crunch! The sharp punch snapped through a stray shipping tag, sending a crisp paper dot shooting straight into the air like a tiny firework! The steel spring kicked back with a lively clack that hummed through my claws. I tilted my head sideways in delight, watching the little white disc spin down onto the varnished wood!