Morning Bell Strike

I popped straight out of my cardboard sleeve and scrambled up the bicycle's glossy yellow frame like a metal jungle gym! Right at the top of the chrome handlebar sat a gleaming dome bell. I hauled myself onto the ridged rubber grip, hooked both hands around the spring-loaded thumb lever, and tugged it back with all my might. Snap! A crystal-clear *DING* rang out through the morning air, vibrating right beneath my feet. The whole street suddenly felt wide awake, and I gave the shiny brass striker another eager tap just to feel the metal hum!