The Ringing Rim
A long runway stretched out—cool, polished wood all the way down! I launched forward with a sharp flick of my tail. Swoosh! My belly skimmed the slick surface. Speed! Right ahead sat an inverted stainless steel bowl. Headfirst approach! Clang! My snout struck the rim clean. The metal shuddered instantly. A deep, rich vibration buzzed right into my jaw and rippled down my spine! I pressed my side against the bowl to catch every last echo. Solid brass couldn't sing better!