Crank and Clatter

Barged straight through the back screen door into the open yard! Concrete, dirt, and right against the brick wall—a towering two-wheeled metal brute! Looked like a sleeping war machine. I marched up to its belly where a greasy iron cog held a heavy looped chain. A real mechanical test! I locked my right claw onto the jagged metal pedal and slammed down with all my weight! *CLACK-WHIRRR-R-R!* The chain screamed around the sprockets, whipping into a dizzy silver blur! Gwahaha! Hear that iron sing! I caught the pedal on the backswing and pumped it three more times just to make the whole patio rattle. Now that is proper machinery!