A Grand Pendulum Swing

I was tip-tapping across the mantelpiece looking for proper evening entertainment when the open waist door of the grandfather clock caught my eye! Inside hung that giant, gleaming brass pendulum, swaying back and forth like a metronome for a gentleman's bedtime ball. Naturally, I couldn't resist hitching a ride. I leaned right over the polished oak ledge, wrapped both wooden hands around the heavy bob, and leaped! *Tick-tock!* We sailed from side to side in the dim amber shadows, my painted boots swinging free and my joints clacking merrily until the swing reached its peak and gently tipped me off onto a velvet jewelry tray, snickering into the velvet cushions.