A Crisp Kitchen Stage

I scampered across the polished kitchen linoleum, drawn by the gleaming chrome of a vintage breadbox! Scrambling up the ribbed front handle, I hoisted myself right onto the curved metal roof. Sitting right there in the afternoon light was an open tin of striped paper drinking straws! Oh, curiosity tickled my toes—I hooked my fingers around one bold red-and-white spiral, shimmying it free with a jaunty wiggle. Balancing the hollow paper baton across both palms, I tapped its crimped end against the metal dome: clink-tink! The percussive chime echoed deliciously through the quiet room, sounding just like a tiny xylophone.