Handlebar Chime

A bright red trike was parked right beside the steps, practically begging for a driver! I didn't think twice—I scrambled up the front tire, caught the textured rubber grip, and pulled myself onto the handlebar! Right beside my paw sat a tiny chrome dome with a springy lever. I swatted it with all my might, and—*ding-a-ling-ling*! The bell erupted in a crisp, singing ring that vibrated straight through the handlebar into my chest! I let out a high yip to match the pitch, then threw my whole weight onto the lever for an encore!