Fin on My Back

Every fierce shark needs a dorsal fin to slice through the waves! I spotted a sturdy sheet of blue craft foam sitting beside a roll of sticky tape on the porch table. Gasp! I folded the foam in half and pressed a strip of yellow tape firmly down the seam with the round handle of my mallet—*crease-thump!* Standing it upright, it made a perfect, sharp triangle! I bent the bottom tabs outwards and waddled backward until it was lined up with my back. When I pressed my back against the tabletop edge, the sticky tabs grabbed onto my purple fabric with a snug tug. I spun around, shaking my pink shaker in a menacing rhythm!