The penny fell, slowly at first, twisting and twirling as it descended towards the bucket on the ground. James watched, mesmerised as the flashing lights reflected off the bronze, pitted surface. The coin straightened up and landed on the side of the tub. There it paused, impossibly resting on its side, on the lip of the well. James let out an ear piercing, excited scream, hoping, willing the penny to move. Slowly it tipped, and rolled cascading into the bucket where it landed with a satisfying ‘chink’ as it came to rest, nestling among the other coins and synthetic snow.

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