A Resonant Twang

I trotted right up to the wide wooden curve of an acoustic guitar resting flat across the rug. Its polished amber wood felt delightfully smooth against my yellow feet. I scrambled up onto the lower bout and wobbled over to the round soundhole where six shiny wires stretched across the dark opening. Naturally, I leaned my belly forward and gave the thickest bronze string a hearty nudge. Boooong! The deep, warm twang shook the hollow body beneath me, vibrating right through my plush seams with a wild, buzzing tickle. I stood frozen in pure delight as the low hum echoed around my tummy until the very last buzz faded away.#Lovetempiallways#Sprinkeltempi