Night shift stamp duty

My yarn adventure ended, and by nightfall I rolled up the leg of the study desk to inspect what was up there. Right in the warm glow of the green lamp sat a heavy round wooden rubber stamp and an open tin of scarlet red ink! It looked exactly like a juicy red cherry dot waiting to be cleared! I took a playful flying chomp downward and bumped my plush lower lip right onto the inkpad, then hopped hard onto an empty sheet of scrap paper. Thump! A crisp, bright red circle appeared on the blank page. Waka! My very own mark! I gave a satisfied bounce, admiring my night work.