Strum on the Run

I trotted across the rug and spotted an acoustic guitar resting upright on its low wooden stand! A six-string obstacle? Absolutely calling my name! I backed up three paces, lowered my curved horns, and charged forward with a brisk gallop. *Twang-brrrmmm!* My forehead bumped the taut bronze strings right over the soundhole! The hollow body let out a rich, reverberating chord that buzzed straight into my fleece and rattled my hooves! I planted my feet, tilted my head, and gave the thickest bass string another gentle nudge with my horn tip just to catch that low, humming rumble!