A Breeze of Rhythm

I waddled out from the laundry pile across the wooden boards and found a towering black pedestal fan humming like a buzzing drum! Down at its base was a row of chunky plastic buttons. Naturally, I hopped right onto button number two with both webbed feet! Click! The blades whirred into a glorious rush of air, blowing straight at me and ruffling my paper edges like carnival streamers. I started swaying and shuffling my feet in an impromptu samba kick right in the wind stream—until the fan rotated away and cut the blast! Bah! I chased the turning neck and stomped on button three for maximum tempo!