The Swing Chain Jingle

Pika! Pika-chu! Trotting away from the sandbox, I scampered over the woodchips toward the tall swing set. Dangling just above the rubber safety mat was the thick, rubber-coated iron chain of an empty swing. I hopped onto a smooth river stone, reached up with both front paws, and seized the heavy steel link right above the coated sleeve. With a determined kick off my hind legs, I gave it a brisk pull! Clink-clatter-rattle! The links collided in a lively, rhythmic dance, sending a cold vibration straight through my arms. The empty black belt seat swung in a gentle, swooshing arc, fanning a cool breeze right across my whiskers!