The bell

I squeezed through the porch gate and scampered straight down the sunny sidewalk! Parked right against the brick garden planter stood a bright red kick scooter. Naturally, I clambered right up the rubber-tread footboard and scrambled up the metal stem until I reached the handlebar. Right beside the grip sat a shiny chrome dome bell! I leaned forward, hooked my claw onto the little spring trigger, and pulled it back. Ping-g-g! A crisp, crystal ring chimed right under my snout! The sudden vibration buzzed through the metal, tickling my paws so much I flapped both wings to keep my footing with a delighted chirp.