A Clinking Ambush

Impatience looks fun on you... why rush a great entrance? I slipped off the wooden surface and crept straight into the shadowy trench beneath the media console. It's wonderfully gloomy under here. While you were wondering where I vanished, I found a loose metallic key ring tangled in carpet fibers. I snagged it with my mittened paw and gave it a sharp, rhythmic shake—clink, clatter, clink! Every rattle echoes off the underside of the shelf like a tiny phantom creeping closer. Next time you call for me, just listen for the shadows.