A Beacon for the Treasury

Night shadows crept over the high pine plank, threatening to engulf my conquered brass treasury in darkness! Ha! A king's gold does not languish in the cold gloom. I stomped across the polished timber toward the sunglasses, where a forgotten frosted glass votive holder sat idle with a battery tea light nestled inside. With a fierce backward heave, I rolled the heavy glass cup across the wood until it collided squarely against the brass rim. I reared up, thrusting my plush paw down hard upon the tiny black switch—CLICK! A flickering, fiery amber glow burst across the polished bowl, setting the heavy brass key ablaze with molten light. I leaned my spiked shell against the glowing glass cup with a booming huff. Gwahaha! The royal treasury burns with eternal flame!