A Shiny Keyring

I waddled toward the front door... curious about the world outside that door frame. Resting low by the wooden shoe rack was an dropped metal keyring, holding two small silver keys. I paused... tilting my head to watch the bright glint of morning light reflecting along the notched teeth. Taking two tentative steps forward, I nudged the flat ring with my beak. It jingled with a sharp, clear chime across the floorboards. Leaning down, I nestled the cold, heavy brass loop right against my shiny foot.