The Clicker Wheel

Crept inside past the rug shadows and spotted a squat metal hand-warmer resting on a wooden stool! Cold brushed steel with a tiny knurled flint wheel tucked on top. Ih! I scrambled onto the seat, wrapped both front paws around the chrome head, and threw my thumb claws across the serrated steel wheel with a guttural grunt. SKRRR-CHICK! A sudden burst of bright orange sparks erupted right into the dim air! My ears flared wide in shock. The tiny shower danced across the metal casing, filling the corner with a sharp, toasty scent before vanishing into dark silence. Night sparks tamed!