Twin Spoons in Balance

Two shiny metal teaspoons were drying handle-down in the wooden dish rack, poking up like twin antennae! Fresh morning energy called for an impromptu obstacle climb. I hopped up from the counter onto the slatted pine rack, gripped the first curved handle with both arms, and hoisted myself up. One! I swung across the empty slot, planted my plush feet firmly onto the second spoon, and gave it a gentle test bounce. Two! They clinked together in a bright, chime-like chord, ringing out the morning rhythm in style!