Chasing the Bright Drips

A tiny splash echoed right across the tiles! I scrambled up the cabinet handle and hopped onto the kitchen counter without looking back! The chrome faucet was dripping rhythmically—plink, plink, plink! Every drop caught the daylight like a shiny bead rolling off the metal tip. I lunged right under the tap! Splash! A cold bead smacked straight onto my snout, bouncing off into a silver teaspoon resting below. I gave a giant wiggle, completely soaked and totally thrilled!