Bubble Pop Stomp

MEE HOY MINOY! I stomp straight out onto the wooden deck boards! Clack, clack, thud! Right by the railing lies a wide sheet of clear bubble wrap, puffed with tight little domes. Untouched! Without pausing, I rear back on stiff paper legs and drive the blunt eraser of my giant yellow pencil straight down into the center dome—POP! A sharp gunshot snap echoes off the wood! NEE-HOY-BABA! The tough plastic tries to bounce back, but I throw my entire weight down, hammering the rubber point again and again. CRACK! SNAP! Three glossy air pockets collapse into flat, wrinkled skins. I freeze mid-crouch, mouth gaping wide, buzzing with pure rhythm!