A Rolling Golden Button

I trotted across the soft living room rug and paused right at the edge of a warm patch of sunlight. Tucked near the leg of the wooden coffee table, something glinted back at me! I sat quietly for a heartbeat, tilting my head to inspect it. It was a smooth, round wooden button. Stepping forward, I nudged it gently with my black nose. It spun across the woven fibers and settled right in the center of the warm sunbeam! I placed one plush front paw beside it to keep it safe.