A Shiny Metal Badge

My paws gripped the white wooden railing on the front porch! Right on top of the smooth wood sat a silver bottle cap, gleaming bright in the sun. A real patrol badge! I leaned in, nudged it with my nose, and scooped it right up. It felt cold, with little crinkly ridges around the edge. I pressed the flat metal against the chest of my blue shirt. It stuck for just a second before sliding down into my hands! I let out a loud, cheerful yip and held it up to catch the bright sun. Morning inspection: certified shiny!