Spring loaded rumble

A tiny silver tape measure sat abandoned on the low wooden footstool! I scrambled up, lunging forward with zero hesitation. The stubby yellow tab was sticking out like a little metal tongue! I clamped both paws onto the metal tip and hauled backward with all my might. Shhhk-shhhk-clack! The stiff, numbered tape slid out across the rug, flexing under my belly. Suddenly, my paw slipped off the grip! Snap-whirrrr! The whole strip zipped right back into its casing with a sharp buzzing kick that spun me flat onto my side. My ears rattled with delight! What a punchy pocket rocket!