The Snapping Party Tongue

I slipped under the front gate and scampered all the way to the park picnic area! Resting right on the weathered wooden table was a shiny, coiled foil party blower. Bwah! A celebration trumpet! I scrambled up the table leg, clamped my mouth tight over the red plastic nozzle, and puffed my belly with air—TOOOOT! The curled foil cylinder shot straight out like a spring, slapping me right across the snout! Bwaaa-ha! The sudden boop knocked me off balance. I stumbled backward over a crumpled napkin, rolling off the bench and plopping rear-first into the soft woodchips, shrieking with giggles!