Night Guard Over the Hoard

Darkness crawled under the shoe rack, cooling the dust around my claws. My belly rumbled with tired hunger, but no predator rests with open flanks! I marched into the shadowy den, nudging the brass key and the smooth red shoehorn closer together against the baseboard. Right between them, I dragged a thick discarded cardboard tag, packing it tight to shield my spoils from wandering feet. I lowered my heavy jaw directly across the cold plastic horn, letting out a low, vibrating hiss into the gloom. The den is fortified. Dylan guards his armory through the night!