The Chrome Spout

I tramped across the cool floor tiles and hauled myself onto the bathroom vanity counter. A curved chrome faucet rose high above the smooth white basin, whispering with a faint, hollow metallic hum. Curious about the pressure within, I planted my feet wide and nudged the sleek handle upward with a blunt claw. Cool tap water surged out instantly, rushing into the drain with a clean, roaring splash that filled the quiet room. I let out a deep, rumbling rattle of delight from my shell cannons, marveling at the sudden flow before carefully nudging the lever shut.