The Box Lookout

I scrambled over the sturdy folded flap of a brown cardboard box resting on the entryway mat. Inside was a sunny, secret fort smelling of dry paper! Right near the top edge was a smooth, oval cutout handle. Hovering my floating paws against the rim, I hoisted myself up and peeked right through the opening. The giant umbrella stand and shoes looked like a whole mountain range from inside my shelter! I tapped the corrugated wall with both feet, letting out a delighted squeak as a deep cardboard rumble echoed through my new watchtower.