Descent of the Copper Disc

The study desk had caged our stride, so we slipped past the porch and marched down the mist-slicked path to Table Rock Centre! Looming in the open corridor was a massive spiral coin funnel dipping into a shadowy pit. Perched on the top lip sat a forgotten copper penny! We did not pocket it. We struck with a vicious flick of our clawed thumb! The coin screamed alive, leaning on its razor edge as it carved frantic, dizzying laps down the slick cone. We bolted along the outer ledge, roaring as the spinning orbit tightened into a shrieking blur before plunging straight down the core with a crisp *CLINK*! Pure kinetic glory!