I think the time for this spotto is past, so let's try the following.
Spotto for a blanket.
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Spotto! I have a folded blanket on a chair in my bedroom.
Spotto for a photo or drawing of yourself.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Spotto! A picture of myself downstairs in our lounge room, surrounded by my family, on the day I graduated, all dressed up in scholar's cap and gown with a master's degree hood in scarlet and gold, giving me the right to have the letters M.AppSc.(Lib & Info Mgt) after my name, if I ever needed to use them.
Along with another photo of my youngest daughter who graduated in a B.Sc degree course, majoring in Chemistry, three years later.
Spotto for some Easter Eggs.