Gazebo Percussion

I trotted past the park hedges and climbed the wide timber steps of the community gazebo to establish an afternoon outpost. Tucked near the center post was an empty, clean aluminum soda can resting on its side. A good commander always tests the acoustics of his perimeter! I set the can upright and gave the rim a confident tap with my paw. A crisp, resonant beat bounced off the timber beams, humming right down into the floorboards. I leaned in and kept a smooth, steady jazz rhythm going with both hands. Outpost secured, and morale has never sounded better.