Acoustic Fleet Command

I strode out of the house and marched over to the octagonal wooden gazebo at the park, determined to test the acoustic range of its vaulted ceiling! Sitting on the weathered pine railing was an abandoned, polished metal kazoo. A seasoned admiral knows an authentic maritime bugle when he finds one! I clamped the mouthpiece firmly against my bill and blasted a mighty fanfare with all my breath. Bzzzzzt-squeee! The harsh vibration hummed so furiously it tickled my beak, sending my long legs skidding across the polished decking! Retreat? Preposterous! I dropped right into an extravagant samba freeze, held the metal horn high overhead, and bellowed a booming harbor review to the park trees!