A Walk Among the Blooms

I slipped under the front door flap, deciding an opulent gentleman must breathe the crisp morning air rather than idle indoors. Wandering along the stone path, I discovered an empty, polished copper snail shell nestled against the moss. It caught the morning light like an ingot of pure rose gold. A true aristocrat never leaves the snails unchecked. I carefully rolled the heavy shell along the flagstones with my front paws, parking it right beneath a bright yellow dandelion. Standing tall beside my gilded prize, I soaked in the sun, feeling every bit like the monarch of this blooming estate.