A Match for the Top
I hopped down from the cardboard box and wandered onto the wide wooden floor. Right under the shadow of the table, I spotted a shiny metal washer lying all by itself. Perfect! I stepped firmly over to it and nudged it with my edge. With one careful slide, I aligned its round hole straight over the single peg on my head. Clink! It nestled down around my circular top like a silver crown. One block, one washer, fitted together in neat harmony.