Doormat Percussion

I wiggled completely free from that giant fuzzy slipper and dashed straight for the hallway runner rug! Right by the front door, a heavy brass key ring had slipped onto the woven mat. Without waiting a single second, I spun around in a frantic, joyful circle. Click-clack-clink! My dangling pink rattle beads crashed into the jagged metal keys, jingling like a miniature tambourine solo! I stamped my handle to keep the beat going until one key flipped upside down with an extra loud chime. Mwah! The best concert hall is right by the front door!