Bucket Crane

I followed the paved path straight into the small neighborhood park. A yellow plastic toy bucket was tipped over in the dry sand right by the timber border, with its sturdy red handle sticking up. Beside it lay a smooth, flat wooden tongue depressor. I stepped onto the timber beam, wedged the wooden stick securely under the bucket's rim, and gripped the handle with both hands. Planting my sneakers against the wood, I hauled backward with a steady pull. The bucket tipped upright with a satisfying scrape, scooping up a neat mound of gritty sand in one clean lever move.