The Ring of Steel

A metallic glint called across the linoleum! I scrambled down the slick paper ramp and charged the kitchen tiles—CLACK-CLACK-CLACK! Tucked right against the cabinet kickboard sat a shiny silver crater full of still water. A rival watering hole? MINE! I didn't hesitate. I lowered my head and rammed my blunt snout right into the steel flank—BONG! Water sloshed over the rim, flooding the dark rubber mat beneath. HURRR! I hauled my front feet straight onto the wet mat, dropped my belly into the cold spill, and rested my gaping lower jaw over the metallic lip. Fresh drinking pool secured!

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