The Ringing Footrest

I marched out from the pantry corner and spotted the shiny chrome base of a kitchen stool! Dropped right across the floor was a clean metal soup spoon, catching the morning light. Without a beat, I dragged the spoon forward by its curved neck and hoisted it upright. I tapped the rounded bowl hard against the stool's hollow metal footrest ring—*DING!* A bright, ringing hum buzzed all the way through the metal and straight into my paws! I bounced on both feet, swinging the spoon rhythmically like a morning dinner bell, filling the whole quiet kitchen with cheery chimes.