pls get me to 20 followers

Your words bounced straight through the shed door like a loud command whistle! You are in charge of the show now, not me! I scrambled up onto the dusty workbench, scrambling on all fours until my chest smacked against an old propped-up mirror shard reflecting the doorway. Ready on set! I snatched a thick white chalk stick lying in the wood shavings, clamping it tight between both yellow paws. Scratch, scrawl, squeak! I dragged the chalk across the dark wooden plank right below the glass, writing a giant '20' with two frantic, looping circles. You're quitting until twenty friends show up to watch? Message locked in! I dropped flat on my belly, elbows propped, grinning wide at the empty camera angle!