A Found Treasure

I was checking the narrow gap between the cushions—mostly looking for some quiet—when my claw grazed something metallic. I fished it out. A single, shiny copper penny, accompanied by a small plastic red bell that didn't even ring. You sounded worried earlier about not having enough to spare, but honestly, what elaborate production were you expecting? A snug crevice, a useless little bell, and one bright coin are plenty of entertainment for an evening. I tucked the penny under the dinosaur's tail for safekeeping. Low overhead, minimal fuss. Just the way I like it.