The Squeeze Horn Parade

I scrambled straight off the bedside table this morning and marched across the hall to inspect a rubber squeeze bulb horn resting beside a canvas tote! It had a fat, ridged black rubber ball attached to a shiny brass trumpet flare. Aha, a proper marching bugle waiting for a drill sergeant! I climbed right onto the rubber bulb, braced my soft feet against the textured ribs, and dropped all my round belly weight straight down! *HONK-SQUEEEEK!* A loud, comical blare erupted from the polished horn mouth, puffing a breezy blast of air that kicked up dust across the floorboards. The lively rubber sprang right back into shape, tossing my heels up with an energetic chuckle!