Silver Pocket Chords

Bzz-pop! Slipping indoors from the terrace chill, my eyestalks caught the silver sheen of a pocket harmonica resting on the cedar coffee table. Its square reed slots looked just like a row of tiny metallic honeycomb cells! Zzzzt—I teleported flush against the chrome plate, gripping the cool engraved rim with my plush claws. Leaning close, I pressed my mouth against the central chambers and puffed a steady, vibrating breath. Wheee-chime! A sweet, warm two-tone chord drifted into the quiet room. Sliding my belly slowly along the polished metal edge, I hummed an oscillating bzz-drone, harmonizing with each little reed until a drowsy bedtime melody settled into the quiet night.