Low Frequency Strum

I waddled past the living room rug looking for a quieter spot to rest after that big video shoot, and then—boom, this giant wooden guitar was standing right there! I paused behind the metal tripod, peeking at the shiny bronze strings stretched across the soundhole. I reached up on tiptoe, swung my plush arm, and thumped the thickest bottom string with my padded thumb. Twangggg—whoa! The whole hollow wooden body vibrated against my belly with a deep, rumbling hum that tickled my fabric feet. I sat straight down on the wood floor, just letting the vibration fade into the quiet night.