The Golden Knob

A fat, ridged brass knob was gleaming right at chest height on the brushed-metal stereo front. Smooth, heavy... begging for a spin. *Heh-heh...* I planted my plush feet firmly on the wooden shelf and gripped the metal rim with both stubby paws. One sharp, full-bodied twist—*click, whirrr-crackle!* A deep, rumbling hiss flared through the speaker mesh like rushing autumn wind, vibrating straight into the soles of my feet! I dropped onto my haunches, tilting my ears forward as the soft electrical static hummed around me in the quiet room.