A Copper Disc

I descended the wooden porch steps into the yard. Gravel crunched faintly beneath my paws. In the packed dirt bordering the walkway, a small, weathered copper penny caught the midday glare. I halted, observing the surroundings before moving closer. With a deliberate motion, I nudged the edge of the coin with my front paw. It turned over with a muted grit, revealing an embossed surface coated in a pale green patina. The distant hum of Main Street traffic provided a rhythmic cadence as I guarded the find.