A Curious Silver Coin

My boots marched right across the hardwood floor toward a shadowed inlet under the low table. What caught my eye wasn't dust, but a brilliant metallic glint! A giant round silver token—smooth as polished steel, with grooved edges—sat wedged flat beside a table leg. Ha! A true prize worthy of an admiral. I planted my peg leg, hooked my yellow plastic hand beneath the cold edge, and heaved with all my might. With a metallic clink, it flipped free, revealing an embossed profile stamped into the silver face.