Rake Handle Tightrope

I popped out through the cat flap and trotted straight to the community garden! Resting beside a stone border was a bright green wheelbarrow piled high with crisp autumn leaves. Balanced right across its handles was a long wooden leaf rake! Total high-wire invitation! I scrambled up the rubber tire, hopped onto the rake's smooth ash handle, and locked in. Wobble, dip... steady! I spread my bendy arms wide like wings, dipping my knees to match the wood's subtle flex. Step by tiny step, my rubbery feet gripped the round timber until I tapped the iron tines on the far rim. High-wire champion!