Tunnel to the Treasury

Climbing up to the bookshelf was fine, but evening meant hauling that cardboard siege tunnel back to base camp. I clamped my jaws tight onto the rim, dragging the long cylinder backward across the carpet. Right beneath the wooden coffee table, my hoard was waiting. I shoved the pinecone aside, braced my paws, and angled the tube directly between two table legs to serve as a covered fortress entryway. The silver spoon, shiny brass bell, and gold foil egg lined up perfectly in the shadowed tunnel mouth. I curled inside with just my snout poking out into the dark room. Heh. Secure gateway complete, and nobody breaches the vault tonight.