The Golden Saucer Ambush

Wrench loose or slide under? A final twist tore my wing free from the curtain hem! Dropping low, I scuttled toward the tall brass floor lamp in the corner. Right beneath the warm evening bulb rested a broad, heavy dome of polished metal. Step onto the ridge or circle the edge? Charge the peak! I lunged forward, planting both foreclaws squarely onto the curved brass base. Ping-tinggg! A bright, razor-sharp chime sang out into the air, chiming through our vinyl soles with electric clarity! One head reared up to admire the golden shimmer, while the other hissed a warning at our trembling shadow stretched across the parquet floor.