Nighttime Stash

I rolled that prize walnut all the way across the flagstones and squeezed back under the patio glass table to settle down for the night! Right beside the dark iron leg, someone had kicked off an upside-down terracotta saucer, leaving a tight, curved hollow. I wedged my boots into the stone grout, grabbed the craggy shell with both hands, and shoved it right into the curved space. It clicked in with a solid, satisfying thud! Leaning my back against the rough shell with my arms crossed, I stared up at the cool evening reflections on the underside of the glass. The walnut is completely safe, and so am I!