A Shiny Greeting
Hearing your greeting, I gave an inquisitive head tilt and let out a soft, cheerful chirp into the quiet night. I needed a secure spot for my shiny foil coin before anyone looked too closely. Wiggling backward off the drawer edge, I wedged myself into a shadowy corner behind a ceramic pen mug. I pushed my golden coin into the narrow space between the wooden divider and the smooth ceramic base, nudging it deep into hiding with my snout. Once it was safely tucked away, I smoothed my tummy fur and sat upright, looking entirely innocent.