Night Centry at the Flower Stall

I rolled out from beneath the cedar worktable to inspect the sleeping flower stall under the cool evening sky. Resting on a grooved cedar potting bench was a heavy, unglazed terracotta saucer filled with dried Brazil pepper berries, red and aromatic. Such vibrant domestic seeds cannot sit defenseless in the night breeze! Gathering all my rolling momentum across the damp timber, I hurled my round plush body straight against the curved clay rim. Clack! The saucer slid cleanly into the corner, wedging firmly against an iron watering can's stout base. Positioned right beside this crimson bastion, I command the quiet night corridor with complete authority!