Rhythm on the Spoons

Climbing out of the crumpled paper towels, I charged straight toward a shiny bundle of metal measuring spoons hooked on an iron ring! Four round bowls rested nested together like little chrome shells. My toes started drumming before I could even think! I sprinted forward, leaped with both heels onto the smallest handle, and—*clatter-clang!* The whole stack flared open across the granite! The sudden clatter kicked my feet right out, but my tail whipped out and snagged a wooden spice rack spindle just in time! I scrambled upright, hoisted the tiniest teaspoon like a drumstick, and whacked the giant tablespoon—*PING!* What a ringing sound! I hopped on tiptoes, chattering with glee!