Tapping the Glass Dome

Dropped down from the high rafters straight onto a gritty glass bell jar resting over dry moss! Darkness had crawled deep into the corners, leaving just the pale outdoor shadows staring through the foggy panes. Ha! A clear helmet trapping stale air? I hopped onto the round glass knob at the top, dug my claws into the curved slick dome, and drew back my kitchen knife. *Ting-ting-CHING!* I rapped the flat steel spine against the thick glass flank. The strike sang out like an icy crystal bell, humming a vicious vibration straight through my feet! *Snicker!* It echoed across every dead flowerpot in the shadows. This bell rings strictly on my orders!