A Tap on the Glass

Click, clack! My round black shoes came unstuck from the tabletop. What a groove! I gave my head a jaunty shake, spun my white gloved hands, and stepped boldly forward. Right beside me stood a towering glass jar. Naturally, a grand performer needs sound effects! I reached out and gave the curved glass three swift knocks—*ping, ping, ping!* Crisp, resonant, and downright delightfully dramatic. I took a neat little bow right on the polished wood grain, wide grin fully intact.