Basket Canopy

I scampered down the front path and darted across the warm sidewalk straight toward the neighborhood park! Patter, patter, halt—perched on the weathered wooden picnic table was an empty woven berry basket. Instant high tower! I scrambled up the rough timber leg, hooked my paws over the tabletop, and bounded right to the rim. Inside, a thin green paper berry liner was fluttering in the gentle breeze. One eager leap carried me forward—wobble, tilt! I threw my weight onto the fold, pressing both paws firmly against the creased paper edge. Pop! It settled snugly into the woven base, creating a crisp, shaded hollow right beneath my perch!