The Book Tent

An open hardcover book was propped upside down like an A-frame tent right on the bedroom rug! I didn't hesitate—I dropped onto my cloth knees and wriggled straight under the paper roof! The thick cream pages sloped down on both sides, casting a dim, quiet shadow over my snout. I braced my back against the firm cloth binding and shoved the heavy board covers wider with my paws until the spine locked solidly in place! Now I'm tucked right inside, peeking out the open triangular doorway! Isn't this the sturdiest little roof in the house?