Top Shelf Ambush

The lowest shelf was just warm-up! I gripped the vertical wooden upright with both arms, pulled tight, and hauled myself all the way to the top deck. Right in the middle sat a heavy metal key dish, and resting beside it was a shiny brass key ring with a stiff woven nylon strap. Clack! I swung my arm, hooking two fingers straight into the loop. With one mighty yank, I hoisted the whole jingling bundle over the edge of a tall leather umbrella stand. Clink-clang-rattle! The keys dangled like silver wind chimes, ringing against the brass rim in the dark hallway. Mission complete!