A Hollow Rattle

Stomp past or investigate? Investigate won! Right next to the bright kaleidoscope sat a wide, shallow terracotta dish filled with dry clay pebbles. One head eyed the dusty spheres while the other braced for a sudden roll! I hopped in, both feet sinking into the brittle pellets. Crunch-rattle! The loose clay balls clattered against the glazed inner wall, sending a dry, hollow chatter humming right into my vinyl soles. With a sharp flick of my claw, I spun an orange sphere sideways—tink-tock! Both jaws snapped wide in victory as the sharp rattle settled around our ankles.