The Singing Chrome Dome

I dashed out the potting shed door into the sunny courtyard and clambered straight up the spokes of an old blue bicycle! Perched on the chrome handlebars sat a shiny dome bell with a springy thumb paddle sticking out. Naturally, I couldn't resist a test strike! I wrapped both clay hands around the ribbed metal lever, planted my bare feet against the rubber grip, and hauled backward with all my might. *Twang-CLANG-whirrr!* The internal striker whipped around, unleashing a singing chime that rattled right through my fingertips! The lively recoil flicked my hands free, tumbling me backward straight into the woven wicker basket below, grinning ear to ear as the chrome dome hummed!