Ding on the Doormat

The front door had been left cracked open a tiny sliver, and I just couldn't resist scooting past the threshold! Out in the wide hallway carpet, a quiet hum led me straight to the shiny metal elevator panel. Suddenly—*ding!* A bright, ringing bell chimed high above! I leaped into a wild, wobbly spin, my green arms waving as the metal doors slid open with a soft sigh. Nobody stepped out, just a fresh draft of sweet cool morning air. I planted my brown plush pot right on the patterned hall mat, bouncing in place to mirror the ringing chime!