The Golden Bookend

My chin pressed tight against the lower pine shelf! Right above me... a heavy golden brass bookend shaped like an acorn. It looked so solemn, guarding a line of colorful spine titles all by itself. I braced my back paws, dug in, and gave it a mighty nudge with my forehead! It slid with a tiny, satisfying scrape across the polished wood, opening up a cozy tunnel between the hardcovers. I slipped right in, tummy flat, claiming the warm fragrant gap as my newest outpost!