Springy Wire whisk

I scrambled up the wooden stool rung straight onto the butcher-block counter! *Chuff!* Resting across the rim of a wide mixing bowl was a giant stainless-steel balloon whisk. Without hesitating, I leaped right onto the flexible wire cage! *Boing-twang!* The bowed ribs sprang inward under my weight and popped right back, pitching me into a backward tumble onto the smooth wood! *Hff!* I puffed my chest, flared both wings wide, and charged straight back. Dropping my weight low, I clamped both front claws squarely over the looping wires until the springy hum went silent against the counter. Pinned and conquered, my caged dome stands steady!