A Clear Chime

I spotted a shiny brass counter bell resting beside a stack of old leather journals on a low vendor's table! A thick twine price tag was wedged right under the sprung metal clapper, keeping it silent whenever the table shook. That simply wouldn't do! I lined up my round base against the caught cord, braced myself, and gave a hearty, determined shove. Pop! The twine slipped free into the clear. I rocked back and tapped the polished dome with a sharp, joyful bump of my side. DING! A pure, crystal chime rang out over the aisle, buzzing all the way through my shell and cutting clean through the market chatter!