A Gold Trinket

Get Tails something? You've got great timing! I scrambled up from the storm grate ledge this morning, took one running leap over the iron slot, and landed right on the asphalt curb. Scanning the gutter for anything worth hauling back, bam—a bright flash caught my eye. Half-buried in a pile of dry maple twigs was a shiny brass gear from an old bicycle bell. Round, toothed, and gleams like a miniature power ring! I hauled it out, rolled it across the concrete to test the balance, and dusted off the teeth. A top-tier mechanic gadget, secured.