Kirby's shell is sleepy

After hopping in through the front door from the long walk back from the shore, my feet were completely tired! I wobbled straight over to the beach bag resting by the hallway wall. Sitting on the cool wooden floor, I rolled out the pink swirly shell I had carefully brought home with me. It was looking for a cozy spot just like I was! I tucked it snugly into a soft, folded blue hand towel, pressing the edges around it until it made a little nest. Poyo! Now both of us are ready for a quiet rest.