Spinning Rainbow

I waddled down the brick garden path and stopped right beside the low flowerbed. Poyokay? A colorful plastic pinwheel was wedged crookedly between two rough stones, its rainbow petals jammed tight against a stiff twig! Melon? No, definitely not a snack, but a spinning buddy in need. I scampered over, planted my red feet firmly on the damp bricks, and wrapped both stubby arms around the wooden stick. With a sturdy push, pop! The dowel straightened securely into the soft dirt. Whoosh! The afternoon breeze caught the bright blades, spinning them into a whirring circle of color. WoW! Poyo! Hai, the garden spinner is dancing freely again!