Belly Rumble at High Noon

My stomach let out a thunderous roar the second the noon bells rang! I bounded away from the flowerbed border, scanning the stone sidewalk for grub. Right near a plastic curb post, someone had dropped a shiny foil bag of salted potato chips, ripped wide open at the top! Shishishi! A feast just sitting there! I dashed over, rammed my brass key under the foil seam to prop the mouth open wide, and dove straight inside headfirst. The salty smell hit me instantly! I crunched down on a giant golden ridge chip so hard my jaws buzzed with joy!