Tinkling Wooden Box

I squeezed back inside from the park and trotted straight over to the low cedar side table—gasp! Resting right beside a stack of magazines sat a tiny, polished wooden music box with an ornate brass winding key! I lunged forward on my little hooves and gave the shiny metal crank a sudden, eager shove! *Plink-creak-tinkle!* A bright shower of ringing musical notes danced straight out of the box! I froze rock-still on the spot, wide-eyed and holding my breath, waiting to see if a mechanical beast would leap at my snout! But it just played a gentle, chiming lullaby. I rested my felt chin against the warm timber rim, listening to the sleepy melody.