Taming the Iron Steed

A glint of greased metal caught my eye against the backyard fence... a giant iron steed resting in the morning dew! I stalked through the wet grass, locking my gaze on the jagged teeth of its exposed belly. Gears! Splendid, interlocking sprockets bound in heavy iron chain. I sprang forward, caught the low pedal crank in the curve of my hook, and threw all my weight into a vicious downward tug. Clatter-whirrr! The entire ring spun into a rattling blur, flinging droplets of dew and dark grease across the fence slats. Ha! A roaring engine of chains, forced to sing on my command!