Evening Deck Command

I hopped up onto the soft sofa arm after walking home from the library, zeroing in on a black rectangular cassette tape deck resting on the side table! An admiral's evening routine demands acoustic records. I marched across the wood, hauled up both long legs, and stomped my oversized flipper squarely onto the wide plastic EJECT key! Clack-whirr! The spring-loaded door popped open violently, smacking the tip of my bill and pitching me backward onto the cushion! Retreat? Utterly preposterous! I instantly jammed my heels deep into the fabric crease, threw one arm casually over the open plastic hatch, and held a sharp, triumphant salute into the quiet room.