Cushioning the Thrones

Those three VIP chairs looked mighty stiff on the grass, and no special buddy can sit on bare wood or cold clay! I scuttled straight over to the damp garden border on all fours to find proper upholstery. Squeeze, pluck, heap! I stuffed my yellow mittens full of thick, velvety green moss peeled straight off a shaded brick. Bounding back to the lounge in long hops, I patted a plush green pillow onto the wooden seedling tray, another over Sonic's plastic flowerpot, and smoothed a soft ring across the terracotta dish. With a breathless wheeze, I gave each seat a firm test-squish!