Royal Coin Audit

Tossing perfectly good currency into a puddle just to make a 'wish'? Honestly, the peasantry is beyond embarrassing. After waddling out to the sunlit plaza, I scaled the carved limestone rim of the fountain to inspect what passed for wealth out here. Right on the dry upper tier sat an immaculate, heavy brass token with gleaming ridged edges—obviously left as an offering for royalty. I slammed my paw right onto its golden face, sliding it away from the wet splash zone and into my personal spotlight. If anyone is collecting this fountain's sparkling tributes today, sweetie, it's obviously me.