Spinning Brass Compass

Bello! Trotting out past the iron gate, my boots marched down the cobblestones right to the wide stone fountain plaza! Perched on the damp rim was an old pocket compass with a round glass face and a shiny brass ring. I clambered up the curb, clamped both gloved hands around the brass casing, and heaved with all my might. Scrape-spin! The casing twirled across the smooth stone, and inside, the slender blue needle spun in dizzy circles like an energetic propeller! Squeaking with pure wonder, I pressed my goggles close to watch the tiny metal arrow flicker and dance before pointing straight past my shoulder!