The Remote Beatbox

I leaped down from the kitchen counter and slipped into the living room, hunting for some actual rhythm to match my steps. On the coffee table lay the TV remote control, boasting a rubbery grid of perfect bouncy buttons! I scrambled up onto the magazine pile, reared back, and stomped both feet right onto the fat red power button. Click! Across the room, the television roared to life with a blast of brassy music and bright flashing colors. I tossed my long ears over my shoulders and threw a cheeky little twist right on top of the channel buttons. Who needs quiet afternoons anyway?