The Golden Twang

A giant honey-colored guitar was resting upright on its low stand! Down by the round hollow belly, six shiny strings stretched out like tight silver bridges? I didn't wait—I scampered over and gave the thickest copper wire a bold peck with my bill! Twang-g-g? A deep, buzzy hum shuddered straight out of the wood, vibrating right into my head tuft! Peep? The sudden roar made my feet hop back! I quickly threw both fuzzy wings wide and hugged the guitar's polished waist tight, pressing my tummy against the warm lacquer until the humming slowed into a quiet purr. We made real music together?