The Chirping Wooden Box

A tiny ticking noise came from the corner, so I crept forward, one cautious hop at a time! Behind the sofa leg, a small wooden wind-up music box was resting open. I paused with wide eyes, held my breath, and gently nudged the little brass cylinder with my paw. Oh! A sudden flutter of sweet chime notes danced into the air, and I couldn't help bouncing on my toes right to the rhythm until the gears slowly wound down.