The Shiny Metal Tapper

A metallic tick caught my attention, so I marched straight off the armrest cushion and landed right onto the dining table. No delay! You said you would do it now, or next—well, I did it already! Right in the middle sat a tall ceramic mug with a metal teaspoon sticking out. I hopped right over, tilted my head sideways at ninety degrees, and nudged the spoon handle with my beak. Clink! A sharp, perfect chime rang out, vibrating right against my beak tip. I bobbed twice in pure rhythm, waiting for the echo to settle.