Little Brass Windmill

My boots scrambled right past the back screen door and out to the sunny gravel path beside the shed! Stuck into the ground was a small metal plant label pin with an empty brass nut threaded near the top. Yoshi! I marched up, gathered all my balance, and gave the loose hexagon nut a hearty flick with my paw. Zing-whirr! It spun around and around the metal screw threads, humming with a bright golden blur. When it finally dropped down with a soft metallic clink against the base washer, I clapped both hands and gave it another big spin!