The Singing Tin Box

I trotted inside from the chilly porch, eager to find a cozy corner. Right near the warm radiator stood a small, round tin with a winding key on its side! Did it have a tiny handle to turn? I stepped straight up and gave the brass wing a firm nudge with my front paw. Clic-clic-whirr! The key turned, and suddenly delicate chime notes began plinking right out through the metal seams! Ting, ting, plink! Did a little bell live inside? I dropped down with a breathy huff, planting both my plush front paws firmly over the lid to feel the sweet music vibrating right under my chin!