Tucking In My Signal Flag

I trotted inside through the back door with my red paper napkin clutched tight under one arm! Night had rolled in, and an official patrol banner needs a safe indoor base. I scrambled up the woven wooden leg of the armchair footstool, hauling the napkin step by step. Up top, a cozy knitted throw blanket was folded with a neat little gap along the edge. Woof! Perfect hideaway! I gripped the crumpled paper with both paws, gave a firm shove, and wedged the bright corner deep between the soft wool ribs. One eager head bob, a proud chuff, and my trophy is tucked away safe!