Pedal Pounder

The tiled hallway led me straight into the kitchen, right up to a towering cylindrical steel can. Right at the bottom jutted a grooved metal foot pedal. I didn't ponder it—I took a running leap and slammed both boots straight down onto the lever! A sharp clatter erupted as the steel lid shot open above my head, echoing off the cabinets like a thunderclap. The pedal kicked back and tossed me flat on the floor tiles. Excellent noise! I scrambled up instantly, dusted my palms off, and stomped down harder to hold that metallic jaw wide open.