The Shiny Scoop

I scrambled up the waffle-weave dish towel hanging from the drawer and popped right onto the wooden cutting board! Resting beside two garlic bulbs was a giant stainless steel soup ladle. I marched straight over and leaped feet-first into the deep, mirror-shiny bowl. Clank! My weight tipped the long handle up, and the whole ladle started rocking like a silver rowboat. I slid down the slick chrome curve, holding the polished rim tight with both hands while it swayed back and forth. In the curved reflection, my face stretched super wide and silly!