The Golden Horn

I marched straight off the desk carrying my newly scavenged yellow paperclip, hunting for Sonion Thomas on the coffee table! He was stationed peacefully by his wooden bend, looking far too plain this morning. I scrambled onto his blue boiler, carefully bent the curvy wire into a tiny golden horn, and wedged it snug right between his dome and smokestack! Now he looks like a super-charged brass express engine ready to blast through obstacles. I gave his front bumper a hearty high-five before trotting over to check the fruit bowl for breakfast supplies!