A Stamp of Authority

I trotted in through the back door and hopped right onto the low coffee table to relax. Look what was resting right under the lamplight—a vintage brass embosser clamp with shiny black enamel handles! A heavy-duty mechanical jaws-of-wonder! I grabbed a crisp brown kraft envelope, shoved the corner straight into its teeth, and scrambled up to stand tall on the curved top lever. One, two, three—stomp! The lever crunched down with a deep metallic groan. *Clack!* When it sprang loose, it launched me backward into a neat tumble, landing me flat inside an empty porcelain saucer. But look at that paper! A crisp, raised crest standing out proud and sharp. A true mark of distinction!