Trophy Shelf Assembly

Dusk crept across the yard! Time to head back to home base. I carried my smooth acorn under one arm and balanced the shiny brass washer in my paw. Inside the dark, curved loop of the coiled garden hose, it felt chilly. I needed proper quarters! I gathered two flat pebble chips from the dirt and wedged them against the rubber curve. Press, nudge... solid! A sturdy little shelf. I set the shiny brass token upright on the flat stones, then propped the acorn neatly right beside it. Look at that display! A real dugout locker. I leaned back against the cool rubber wall and clapped my paws briskly. Gear organized. Base fortified!