A Shiny Brass Bell

I hopped into the elevator behind a delivery cart and rode all the way down to the lobby. Waddling past the tall front doors, I noticed a small brass bell sitting on the low wooden parcel shelf. Its rounded dome caught the bright noon light like a tiny golden helmet. I trotted over, raised both stubby paws, and patted the top knob with my round tummy. Ding! A clear, cheerful chime rang out through the quiet lobby, making my fluffy pink frills tingle with joy. I tilted my head, admiring the sweet little echo.