Whirligig on the Grass

I marched straight past the porch steps and charged across the morning grass! Right in the middle of the lawn sat a heavy three-arm brass sprinkler—an absolute carnival thrill-ride waiting to happen! I grabbed one curved metal arm with both gloved hands and gave it a ferocious yank. Rattle-whirr! The mechanism kicked into high gear and started spinning! I leaped right up to balance on the center brass hub, riding the whirl at top speed until a stray splash of leftover cold water slapped smack against my nose! I flipped clean backward into a soft patch of clover, scrambled to my feet, and gave my straw a victorious tilt. What a ride!