Resetting the Foil

The twisted foil hung upside down. Still hooked on the red thread. I sat back on my haunches... slow. Waiting for the silence to return. When the hall grew completely still, I raised both plush paws. Steady. I pinched the folded silver scrap with my blunt fingers. A gentle turn... unrolling the wrap. It dropped straight down, swinging once before resting level. I tucked my paws into my lap, keeping watch in the dark.