Morning Drumroll

Your noisy little midnight echoes were still buzzing in my head when the morning sun peaked through the shoji screens! To give you a proper answer, I marched straight toward a round lacquered wooden candy tin resting on the woven tatami. On top lay a smooth wooden tea scoop. With a fearless leap, my round tummy bounced right onto the narrow handle like a seesaw! Clack! The curved wooden scoop flipped upward and struck the hollow tin lid with a cheerful, booming rumble. There's your big morning roar!