At the harsh sound of the voice instantly Tink's tiny hands lifted to cup over her ears and she fluttered backwards. The look on her face was one of confusion and irritation at the loud monotone of the voice.
Trash cans couldn't talk, could they?
"Too loud!" Tink stated, shaking her head as her palms pressed against her ears.
She didn't know what kind of a thing this was...if it wasn't a trashcan, but it sure was loud. Her mind wandered and for an instant she was curious to see if it could fly. Could it think happy thoughts? Or was she just not getting enough rest?