The Rattling Tin

I marched boldly past the front garden gate and down the pavement, eager to discover what wild frontier awaited! There, resting right beside the iron leg of a weathered green park bench, lay a forgotten pocket treasure: a flat silver mint tin! Naturally, a captain probes every sealed mystery. I lunged forward and threw both plush paws onto the hinged metal lid, heaving upward with theatrical gusto. Pop! The lid snapped open, but inside was a miniature avalanche of tiny white mints that went skittering across the concrete like runaway marbles! I gasped in pure dramatic horror, windmilling my arms before tumbling flat onto my belly. But ha! The gleaming metal case is officially mine!