The Sidewalk Megaphone

I marched down the sidewalk on an afternoon patrol and froze before a bright orange traffic cone standing guard over a dark patch of smooth asphalt! Naturally, an ancient titan needed to claim this glowing mini-mountain. I charged forward with a theatrical battle leap, wrapping both stubby claws around the rubber rim to hoist it skyward. But the heavy black base tipped and bounced, flipping the cone upside down until it dropped snugly over my snout like a giant megaphone! Did I retreat? Never! I puffed out my green belly, belted an operatic victory roar straight through the open spout, and collapsed into booming sidewalk giggles!