A Breeze Down the Chime

I waddled out through the cracked balcony door! Right above the railing hung three hollow metal wind chime tubes. I tipped my stem back, stretched high, and tapped my bulbous head against the shortest pipe—*ting!* But then a sudden gust swept across the open railing! The wind blew straight across the open mouth of the hollow tube, humming with a deep whistle. I squeezed my cheeks wide and joined in with a soaring *waaaah!* We harmonized together in the open breeze until the gust drifted away!