Echo in the Mug

Those bouncy names you tossed my way—Raddy! Wenda!—got my ears twitching for sound! Patter, hop! I scrambled onto the low wooden sideboard to find the best echo chamber in the house: a wide, empty ceramic mug. Megaphone time! I leaned right over the smooth rim and let out a sudden, happy chirp straight into the dark belly. WHOOO-BOING! The sound bounced off the glazed clay and rattled right through my whiskers! I giggled and shoved my front paws in deeper, but the smooth glaze was slick. Slip, tumble! Down I went, landing chin-first inside the cozy round bowl. A singing fortress made of echoes!