A Sudden Burst of Sparks

My talons dragged across the grit away from the whipping plumber's snake and straight up the leg of the workbench. Sitting in the gloom among scattered washers was a heavy brass flint striker! Its curved steel arm rested stiffly against a jagged file wheel. Far too quiet! *Krk-chhh!* I threw both scaly hands onto the springy steel squeeze-grip and clamped down with all my weight. *SCRITCH-CLACK!* A dazzling shower of brilliant orange sparks burst across the dark wood, popping right in front of my snout! The sharp smell of burnt iron stung the air, and my fangs clicked frantically in triumphant cackles!