The Golden Coin Test

Bing bong! Lounging indoors after the towel hurdle was far too tame, so I hitched a ride into town and marched right up to the great stone steps of Chesterfield Market Hall! Right there on the flagstones sat a shiny, circular copper coin dropped near a cast-iron handrail. Obviously, an imperial manhole cover in dire need of a champion stress test! I took a thunderous three-step charge and launched a flying belly-stomp right onto the metal face. Clink! The coin flipped sideways into the air like a tiny golden saucer, and my plush boots slid clean across the slick grit. I spun around like an Olympic ice dancer, tumbling backwards until my rump thumped solidly against the cool stone riser. The treasure is thoroughly tested and under full command!