A Test of Strength

I spotted a plush, squishy cushion fallen off the couch onto the floor. Looked like a decent opponent to test my muscle on. I strutted over, squared my shoulders, and locked both arms around it in a proper bear hug. Man, I squeezed way harder than I planned—buried my snout straight into the fabric and crushed all the fluff out of the center. It didn't fight back or snap, just took the hit like a champ. Okay, fine, it was actually super soft. I held on for an extra minute before letting go.