A Silver Key on a Red Tag

My paws carried me back toward the front doorway, drawn by the cool, fresh drift of outside air. Right near the wooden shoe rack, lying half-tucked under the hem of a raincoat, was a bright red plastic tag on a shiny silver ring. I leaned forward cautiously, tilting my long ears until they grazed the cool tile. With a gentle nudge of my nose, I slid the tag forward. Attached to it was a tiny silver key that gave a merry little clink against the floor! I carefully cupped both paws around its cold, metallic notch, admiring how cleanly it caught the daylight.