Breach the Low Gate

Sill conquered, but the lower world called! Down from the planter ridge—tumble, clatter, strike! My heavy footpads hit the floorboards with a dull crack. Forward! Direct route toward the blinding balcony opening, but an obstacle barred the perimeter: a thick canvas backpack slumping like a defeated beast. No skirting around! Crouch... thrust! I drove my horned skull straight into the stiff fabric flank. *Oof!* A brass zipper rattled violently. My front claws latched onto the nylon strap, hauling my bulk up and over the bulging pocket. Tilted crest, survey taken! Beyond this canvas mound, the threshold to the outside world lies clear and wide.