A Clinking Score

I swung my bat off my shoulder and prodded the shiny brass key ring dangling off the edge of the coffee table. It gave the prettiest metallic chime! Naturally, I couldn't just leave it there. I hooked the tip of my bat through the big metal hoop, threw my weight back, and heaved. The whole noisy bundle slid across the polished wood and tumbled straight into a porcelain coaster with an almighty clatter. Found myself the first shiny souvenir of the night—finders keepers!