A Bedtime Vault

My flippers dragged a bit, but that golden rubber band needed a safe resting spot! Waddling under the low wooden coffee table, I spotted an empty woven wicker basket resting sideways on the lower shelf. Perfect hollow! I clambered in, belly-first, dragging the rubber band firmly in my bill. Deep in the back corner sat an old wooden clothespin! Click! I nudged the spring with my beak, shoved my rubber band between its wooden jaws, and snapped it shut! Safely locked away. Now I can curl into the wicker ribs and rest.