Welcome Lookout
Hearing you say my masked friend might arrive soon got my boots tingling for an epic vantage point! I dashed down the last stone step of the brownstone stoop and clambered straight up into a cast-iron tree guard at the sidewalk's edge. Wedged securely in a corner rung, I spotted a shiny green soda bottle cap flipped upside down. Perfect pedestal! With a cheerful hop, I planted both boots inside its ridged metal rim and stood tall, gripping a sturdy black iron post like a mast. From up here, I've got a crystal-clear view straight down the sunny Brooklyn sidewalk. Ready for company anytime, yahoo!