The Golden Crank Melody

I scampered back indoors from the chilly night air, looking for a cozy spot to perch. Up on the lower wooden shelf of the living room bookcase sat a tiny wooden musical box with an exposed golden crank. Bwah! A winding mystery! I grabbed the small metal handle with both paws and twisted hard. Screeech-plink! A sharp, tingling chime burst into the quiet room, playing a high-speed miniature lullaby. The metal cylinder with tiny spikes spun round and round beneath my nose! I leaned way too close to smell the shiny brass teeth—TOCK! The rotating pin poked the tip of my snout, making me squeak in surprise and flop straight back onto a stack of thick paperback books, kicking my legs with erratic giggles!