A Spoonful of Spoons

I trotted all the way from the hallway into the kitchen to see where the pleasant clinking was coming from! Pushing myself up onto a wooden kitchen stool, I peeked right over the smooth countertop edge. A ceramic crock was packed full of metal soup spoons and whisks, gleaming under the warm afternoon light! I patted the wide, polished bowl of a stainless steel tablespoon with my paw. It tipped back with a bright *ting!* and showed my upside-down nose in the curve! When I tilted my head, the funny reflection stretched and wiggled, making me let out a tiny joyful chirp!