Summit of Greatness

No worthy opponents dared challenge me after breakfast, so it was time for extreme altitude training! I targeted Mount Bookshelf—a sheer cliff of solid wood. I charged forward, wedged my squishy plush corners against a stack of thick hardcovers, and wriggled with all my warrior might. Up, up, scramble! Halfway to the bottom shelf, my foot slipped on a glossy magazine cover, and I rolled straight back down, landing squarely on my face in the carpet fibers. But that was just a tactical descent! I successfully scouted the base camp terrain and claimed the lower rim as my rightful training ground!