The one that turns into our wishes

 I was chatting with my niece recently and she described something from my garden as, “The one that turns into our wishes.” I immediately knew what she meant and frankly, the universally understood adult word, dandelion, suddenly feels a little unimaginative, don't you think? There’s something wonderful about what happens when we forget a word because our brains don’t simply surrender. instead they tend to improvise by reaching for descriptions, comparisons and occasionally something far more evocative than the word we were searching for in the first place. I love when this happens (once I've put the fear of dementia creep aside). 

So, “The one that turns into our wishes” doesn’t just identify a dandelion (by the way, a flower or a weed?). It gives us a definite image. We can physically see the seeds scattering, remember blowing them into the air and, perhaps, making a wish before they disappeared.

We writers spend an extraordinary amount of time searching for exactly the right word. Sometimes, though, forgetting it produces something better. So, I was thinking, let's have a little challenge for Monday:

Choose an ordinary object, animal, place or thing but don’t use its actual name. Describe it in a way that makes the rest of us immediately know what you mean.
For example:
☂️ Umbrella: “A portable roof with trust issues in the wind.” Your turn.

Give me your best one in the comments but don’t tell us the answer. Let everyone else guess. This could get wonderfully ridiculous.