Twisting the Dial

My talons crunched across the gravel until I stumbled upon a battery-powered garden hose timer screwed into the low faucet line. Its round gray selector dial sat far too orderly, pointing straight at 'OFF'! *Krk-chhh!* I lunged forward, gripped the ribbed plastic rim with both scaly claws, and wrenched it clockwise with all my strength. *Rrrr-clack-clack-click!* The mechanical ratchet inside clicked like angry iron beetles. With a sudden muffled *thump-hiss*, an internal solenoid shuddered inside the plastic casing, spitting a quick pulse of cold trapped water straight through the threaded output port! I hopped sideways onto the damp stones, clicking my fangs in raspy triumph at that sudden mechanical hiccup!