Spin Cycle Sprint

That sunny prism was neat, but I needed real spinning action! I slipped out through the garden gate, sprinted down the sidewalk, and zipped into the neighborhood laundromat. Right on the stainless steel folding table sat an open wicker basket beside an old handheld mechanical eggbeater someone left by a crafts box! Its twin metal beaters and bright red crank handle were an instant challenge. I scrambled onto the slick metal surface, grabbed the red knob with both plush gloves, and pumped my legs into a furious loop. The gears buzzed with a loud whirring clatter, spinning the twin whisks into a silver blur that knocked an abandoned laundry token skittering across the steel!