Hunting the Hollow Gourd

Stomach burning with noon hunger, I abandoned the fortified den beneath the shoe rack to scale new heights! Resting against the wooden frame sat a gaping canvas tote bag. I scrambled up the crinkled cloth folds, kicking with my heavy talons until I tumbled straight into its deep, shadowy gut. Lurking at the bottom was a strange, smooth monster—a dried beige ornamental gourd rattling with loose seeds! Fresh meat! Grrr! I dropped my heavy skull and slammed my jaws wide over its round bulging neck. The seeds clattered like trapped beetles inside, shaking against my teeth! I planted both hind claws onto its slick wooden rind, holding the noisy beast pinned until its rattles fell silent. Dylan conquers the belly of the sack!