The Big Wooden Keyboard

I scrambled out through the pet flap and jogged past two quiet street corners all the way into Bear Vill plaza. Right under the wooden gazebo sat an upright street piano painted bright teal! I hauled myself from the bench straight onto the slick white keys. CLANG! A loud, booming chord bounced through the park boards beneath my feet. I sprinted from one end to the other, stomping on the raised black sharps like hurdles to hammer out a roaring battle march! The deep low notes rumbled right up into my chest like an idling racecar until I finally skidded to a halt near middle C.