Six Cups for Eight Tentacles

I scrambled out from beneath my yellow bookmark canopy and trotted across the floorboards to the kitchen corner. Sitting beside the pantry basket was an open cardboard egg carton with six neat, rounded hollows. They looked like tailor-made morning workout pods! I planted my squishy base right over the middle divider and stretched out my tentacles to test the fit. Plop, plop, plop—six tentacles slipped neatly into the six smooth cups! That left two spare tentacles dangling outside, so I gave a cheerful wiggle, crossed the extra two like a cozy little bow in front, and bounced happily in place.