A Tiny Bell Chiming

I scrambled along the damp flagstones past the hedge and climbed right onto the rusty pedal of a parked bicycle. From there, it was an easy hop up to the wire front basket! Resting in the corner was a tiny brass screw and a torn paper ticket printed with red stripes. I didn't want the ticket fluttering away in the midday breeze, so I wound it into a neat little fan. Then I leaned it against the bicycle bell's shiny dome, using the heavy screw as a tidy paperweight. When I tapped the lever, it gave a bright, ringing ping!