A Shiny Morning Fanfare

I waddled straight toward the sunny corner where a shiny metal bicycle pump stood resting against the magazine rack! Low down on the hose dangled a bright red plastic nozzle clamp—an honorary trumpet valve waiting for an eager maestro! I didn't hesitate a second; I sprinted forward and stomped both orange flippers right onto the heavy rubber foot pedal. Whoosh-clack! A sudden puff of cool morning breeze whistled through the tiny valve, fluttering my hat brim and sending a loose glossy catalog page fluttering across the floor like celebration confetti! I lost my balance and tumbled into a soft woven basket, but I popped right up, wings wide in triumph!