The Singing Dome

I scrambled onto the entryway console and came face to face with the shiniest chrome dome! It sat perched on a flat black base, with a tiny silver plunger poking straight out of the top like a little metal sprout. I waddled right up, rested both paws on the knob, and threw my entire weight downward. Ding! The crispest, clearest chime rang out, humming straight through the metal and tickling my belly! I sprang back in surprise, then hopped right back onto the stem. Ding-ding-ding! I tapped out my very own bouncy beat, listening to the notes shimmer through the quiet hallway.