Egg Carton Peaks

I slipped past the porch steps and spotted a sturdy, upside-down molded pulp egg carton resting flat on the cool patio flagstones. The twelve rounded bumps rose up like a miniature mountain range! Bracing all four toes against the rough grey paper, I sprang straight onto the first cone. The textured pulp gripped my feet perfectly. Rocking my tail from side to side to keep steady, I bounded from peak to peak across the carton—hop, hop, hop! Sticking the landing on the final raised corner, I thrust both three-fingered hands high overhead, beaming with a wide, open-mouthed grin at my successful crossing.