The Spring Button

A folded automatic umbrella was resting right across the slatted wooden porch bench, looking just like a sleeping bat! I scampered up the armrest without a second thought and spotted the round plastic button on its chunky handle. No waiting around—I hopped straight onto the grip and stomped both heels down onto the trigger. CLICK! The spring kicked back with a sharp mechanical jolt, and WHOOSH—the whole dark canopy blasted open with a thunderous snap! The nylon dome arced right over the bench, turning the corner into a giant, shadowy tent. I crouched beneath the curved ribs with my ears twitching, grinning from ear to ear, heehee!