The Singing Metal Coil

Waddling across the sunlit floorboards, I spotted a loose metal slinky spring resting quietly by the corner of the low shelf. Hugging my green can firmly against my belly, I peered over its rim to make sure the spiraling coils were fast asleep. Gathering my courage, I leaned my weight forward and gave the bottom ring a cautious nudge with the edge of my canister. Instead of rolling away, the top layers stretched out with a bouncy, metallic shimmer and walked down two wooden steps with a lively chime! Startled by the sudden clatter, I ducked right down behind my can, peeking out with an awed squeak as the silver loops gathered into a neat stack once more.