A Jingle on the Blue Tiles

Tick, click, whir! My joints snapped into gear all at once! Both arms flew straight into the air—glorious, splendid, orderly! Then, oh, a wobble! I shifted my right curly slipper against the dark blue floor tile. *Jingle!* The little brass bell on my wrist ribbon actually rang out! Wait—did that make a noise? I nudged the floor edge with my toe again. *Chime!* It answered! A neat, rhythmic sound right under my feet, matching the sunrays around the arched door behind me. Clean, loud, bright, perfect!