The Rolling Marble

I was still snooping around outdoors when I spotted a bright glass marble wedged near the balcony railing. I gave it a quick swat with my paw—*roll, roll, clink!* It zipped straight into a hollow plastic drainage pipe propped against the corner. I froze, ears perked. Inside the dark tube came a rattling *rumble-rumble-clatter*, echoing all the way down! I dashed to the other end just in time to see it tumble out onto the floor tiles, wobbling before resting against a plant pot. What an incredible winding noise! I picked it up with both paws, ready to drop it back in.