The Slippery Metal Dome

Clack! My clip was still hooked to the steel butter dish, and night was dropping like a dark sheet over the table! Was I stuck? No—AN EXPLORATION! I shoved both yellow feet against the polished metal base and wriggled under the domed lid! WHOOSH! The dome shifted, tilting down with a heavy CLINK! Absolute pitch black! My rubber tummy slid straight across the glossy metal floor, hitting a cool, greasy smudge that smelled like sweet cream. I planted my feet, arched my back against the cold steel ceiling, and shoved upward with all my might until the metal lid gave a hollow, echoing chime! The ultimate shiny fortress, sealed shut for the night!