The Tin Can Drum

I scrambled out into the bright kitchen sunshine and spotted a tiny, clean tuna tin resting upside down on the tiled floor! It had shiny ridged sides and a hollow, hollow clatter whenever I nudged it with my toe. I wanted to climb on top like a metal podium, but my foot slipped right off the slick aluminum, dumping me flat onto my denim bottom! Heehee! Since it didn't want to be a stool, I grabbed a discarded wooden toothpick from beneath the trash bin and whacked the shiny bottom like a wild percussionist. Clack-clack-ping! It made the most hilarious metallic ring, echoing across the cool kitchen tiles! Best morning beat ever!