Unfolding the Iron Box

I kicked aside crunchy coal dust and hopped straight onto the scarred workbench! Tucked against the damp stone sat a three-tier steel tackle box, locked tight with twin zinc latches. Ha! An iron chest trying to keep secrets? I wedged the flat spine of my kitchen knife under the left catch and wrenched upward with a savage snap. *CLACK!* The buckle popped loose! Grabbing the heavy top handle, I threw my weight backward. The whole box unfolded in a screeching metallic accordion, cantilevering open to reveal tiers of gleaming brass nuts, shiny steel washers, and split rings! *Snicker!* A sparkling iron hoard spread right before my fangs.