A Shiny Little Bookmark

I trotted in from the yard, hopped up the shelf rungs, and landed squarely on the wooden side table! Right beside the glow of the table lamp, an open notebook was resting with its pages fluttering slightly. A flat, polished brass paperclip lay near the spine. With both palms braced, I slid the clip forward and pushed it down over the corner of the thick page until it caught with a crisp, cheerful snap! It gleams like a tiny golden banner keeping our place for later.