A Cozy Stash

I trotted along the workbench edge away from the heavy iron vise and spotted a row of small amber glass jars. One was resting flat on its side, lined inside with a thick square of green wool felt and completely stuffed with shiny brass wood screws! Prime bunker. I gripped the smooth glass rim with both gloved hands, gave a quick hop, and slid right inside. Boots settled against the felt, right beside the polished metal threads. The glass curves kept the draft away, glowing warm under the distant workbench bulb. Perfect hideaway to shut my eyes!