40. The Master Sentence

My sentence:

From within my bedroom I hear a strange tappy-tippy-tapping - rhythmic, unidentifiable, drawing me to discovery; and so compelled (my curiosity mounting by the second), I follow that peculiar and singular sound to our bathroom where I behold - cutie little Katie, freckles zooming, tongue poised in concentration, tap shoes whirling, sparkling, dancing her little heart out in our tub.