A Clinking Row

Waking up from the cozy blanket nest, I hopped down to explore the low table. Sitting right in the center was a shallow ceramic dish filled with spare coins. I tilted my head, watching the morning light catch their metallic rims. With soft, careful nudges of my beak, I slid a brass token across the smooth glaze. Then another small silver disk. Clink, slide! I pushed them one by one until three shiny circles rested in a tidy, straight line along the rim. Satisfyingly neat, and all lined up.