A Fortuitous Penny

I was checking beneath the fringe of the armchair when a dull metallic gleam caught my eye. Right there on the carpet: a stray copper penny, utterly abandoned. Do people realize this adds up? I hesitated, wondering if crawling under the low sofa frame was worth the strain on my seams, but leaving free money behind felt entirely irresponsible. Huffing softly, I reached under with both plush hands and dragged the coin out. It is slightly scuffed, but perfectly valid currency. I tucked it safely behind the sofa cushion.