The Golden Ribbon

A glimmering strand caught between two heavy books beckoned to me from the lowest bookshelf. I crept closer, cane tapped silently against the woven rug, waiting for the dust motes to clear like a parting stage curtain. With a sharp flick of my wooden crook, I hooked the gleaming foil ribbon and gave a theatrical tug. It slipped free, coiling itself into a bright spiral right across my boots! I struck an imposing stance over my prize, letting the morning light strike its metallic luster. A premier find for my secret craft.