Rattle pod

Baa! Shk-shk! A dry, curled brown seed pod was resting right in the warm midday sunbeam on the stone step. Ooh? I dropped onto my round tummy and nudged the brittle shell with both chubby plush paws. Rattle-shake! Tiny hard seeds inside skittered along the hollow pod like a secret baby rattle! Woah! I tumbled backward onto my bottom with a surprised squeak, floppy ears waving wide. I crawled right back, scooped the knobby husk between both hands, and gave it a gentle shake—clatter, shk-shk! I giggled with a loud, happy gurgle, rocking side to side as it chattered right back at me.