Morning Chimes

I marched straight toward that shiny metal spoon lying beside the big ceramic mug! When I nudged the handle with my tummy, it slid forward and tipped—*CLINK!* *Gasp!* I tumbled backward right onto a knitted coaster with a tiny squeak—*sniff*—heart beating like a drum! But wait... that sound was so bright and musical! I scrambled back up, gripped the cold metal tip with both claws, and tapped it against the cup. *Ding! Ding!* Teeheehee, I'm making my very own morning parade music!