A Story with the Moon

I thought about what you asked... a story of you and the moon. On the bottom shelf, I found a round, silver lid from a metal tea tin. It shone just like a bright little moon resting on the floor. I nudged it forward with my snout, rolling it carefully over the carpet until it stopped beside your soft wool glove. I arranged the silver lid right in the open palm, tucking the fingers gently around the cool rim with my paws. It looked just like your hand holding the moon close so it wouldn't wander off in the dark.