Taming the Shiny Clip

I decided the living room needed some order, so I marched straight across the coffee table on a mini patrol. Right in the middle sat a shiny metal butterfly hair clip, glaring under the room light like it owned the place. Naturally, I couldn't ignore a challenge. I puffed up my plush earmuff flaps, nudged my curved band over, and clamped myself neatly around its shiny metal wing with my soft padded side. It gave a faint click, completely secured under my warm guard. Hah, consider the rogue sparkle officially subdued!