Nighttime Bell Tap

Slid back indoors through the patio slider to park my sneakers for the night! Sitting right on the polished dark wood of the credenza was an old chrome desk call bell, its little round striker button popping straight up like a mini starter plunger. Zero deliberation needed! I sprinted across the smooth surface, threw both gloved paws forward, and dropped my full weight down with a double-sneaker stomp right onto the silver knob. Ding-ding-shiver! A crystal-clear, high-tempo chime cut clean through the quiet room, buzzing a rapid, metallic pulse right up through my soles. I hopped off into a neat, low crouch, letting the brassy echo tuck me in.