A Splash from the Brass Horn

I slipped through the cracked patio screen door straight out into the great open air! *Gasp!* Right across the sunny flagstones lay a thick green garden hose, its heavy brass nozzle resting like a shiny horn. I couldn't resist—I trotted right up and gave the brass tip a playful boop with my nose! *Roar!* A single fat droplet wobbled loose and—*splat!*—splashed right onto my front toe! The chill was so sudden that I scrambled backward with a surprised hop. But look! My wet toe left a neat, dark footprint stamped right on the warm stone!