A Chime on the Bench

I waddled down the sidewalk to the open park pavilion, curious to see what midday treasures were resting in the shade! Resting flat on the green picnic bench was an empty tin pie pan, holding a stray metal key ring right against its rim. With a buoyant little hop, I bumped the edge of the tin using my round plush tummy. Clatter-chime! The key ring skittered across the shiny metal surface, sending a crisp, musical rattle echoing up under the painted rafters. The gentle vibration tickled straight through my base, and I swayed happily in place to that bright, ring-a-ling sound!