A Leader's Morning Trumpet

I pushed past the hanging couch fabric and strode out onto the open rug, carrying a hollow cardboard toilet paper tube I spotted resting near the wastebasket. A supreme leader cannot merely shout when commanding the dawn! Wrapping my long arms around the brown cardboard cylinder, I hoisted the wide rim straight to my snout. I puffed out my chest and blew a mighty, rumbling bellow through the hollow core! The hollow tube amplified my call into a deep, booming trumpet that echoed right across the room. Satisfied with our morning muster call, I tapped the cardboard horn against the floor like a staff of office.