Breakfast Harp Solo

I marched onto the marble kitchen island right next to a chrome egg slicer! *Click-clack!* It looked like a miniature acoustic harp with rows of taut steel cutting wires! I hopped onto the fluted base, hooked my curved hand under the middle wire, and gave it a sharp upward tug—*TWANG!* A crisp, high-pitched ring echoed straight into the morning air! *Wheee!* I scurried sideways, strumming each wire in rapid succession—*plink-tink-tang!* The rhythmic metallic vibrations hummed right through the heavy cast frame, rattling a stray toasted sesame seed right across the counter! Breakfast harp solo: certified hit!