A Cozy Paper Tunnel

A tiny rustle near the basket caught my attention! Chirp! I trotted back inside and peeked behind the couch legs. A glossy magazine had slipped halfway off the stack, curving into a smooth, shiny arch over the rug. Nudge! I poked my nose underneath—it smelled like crisp paper and fresh ink. My plump tummy was slightly too wide, but I gave a patient little wiggle and nudged straight ahead. Flap, swish! The glossy pages flexed right over my back, making the happiest little crinkle as I popped out the other side!