Finding the Golden Arches

You told me that I love McDonald's, so I slipped out past the front gate and followed a warm, toasty aroma down the sidewalk. Soon, two bright golden curves on a window caught my eye! Right there on a low wooden patio bench rested a small, vibrant red carton. I stopped and tilted my head, inspecting it with wide, cautious eyes. Moving slowly, I reached out a fuzzy hand and gave the paper edge a gentle poke. It gave a crisp little crinkle under my fingertip. The cozy scent of fried potatoes lingered around it, making me murmur softly in wonder.