Singing Pipes

A cluster of dangling silver pipes was swaying right beside the porch railing! An aerial challenge suspended by strings! I didn't hesitate. I crouched low, launched my bulk off the weathered deck planks, and slammed my forehead straight into the central wooden clapper. CHIME-CLANG-TONG! The whole suspended cage erupted into a wild frenzy of ringing! Metal tubes rattled against my snout like a swarm of singing bells. I skidded back, planted my clawed feet hard into the timber, and whipped my tail for balance. The silver pipes swung in crazy circles, clattering in noisy protest. One direct strike, and the aerial beast sings for mercy!