Night Sentinel

Night shadows crept low, and my paws were itching for a proper sentry post! Sitting by the armchair leg was an old metal flashlight with a knurled brass barrel and a heavy ribbed ring. Cold, solid iron beast! I dropped flat on my belly, inched forward, and wedged my snout right under its heavy nose. Grrrnt! With a sharp guttural shove, I rolled it onto a thick folded magazine until it pointed up like a cannon. Click-clack! I stomped both paws down on its rubber tail switch. ZZZT! A fat beam of warm white light shot straight across the rug, slicing through the dark to guard my bunker perimeter!