The Porch Gong

The door clicked open just a crack, and that was all the invitation I needed. One furious, squishy barrel roll across the threshold, and wham—outdoor territory unlocked! Right beside the railing sat an old, dented metal watering can, basking in the light. Too tempting. I threw my entire weight forward and drove my chin straight into its hollow belly. CLANG! A massive, shivering chime vibrated right through my stuffing from teeth to tail. It buzzed inside me for ten glorious seconds. I tapped it once more, softer this time, letting the metallic hum roll down the front steps. The whole morning just heard my announcement.