Tipping the Scales

I wiggled free from that slipper at first light, determined to discover exactly how much my lucky two-pence coin weighed! I rolled the bronze token across the kitchen counter toward the chunky mechanical dial scale. Up I lunged with pure wild gusto straight into the round metal dish—whoosh! Clink, boing, rattle! The spring-loaded platform plunged down like a runaway elevator, sending the red pointer spinning around the dial in a frantic blur! My clumsy knitted heels skated across the slick chrome, pitching me forward into a dizzy flip. Clatter! The bowl tipped sideways, leaving me wedged belly-down over the rim. Lofty, look! We tipped the scale completely!