Unspooling the Green Serpent

I marched right toward the thick green garden hose coiled by the yard fence! It looked just like a giant winding bridge waiting to be climbed. I grabbed the nozzle with both paws and gave it an ambitious tug. Whoosh! A surprise spray of cold, trapped droplets showered straight down on my snout, and the heavy black wheel spun forward with a loud squeak! I tumbled backward into the soft clover, but look at that—the brass nozzle landed right between my feet, glistening under the noon sun. Every good adventure deserves a refreshing splash!