A Tunnel of Books
I trotted straight off the sofa edge and onto the smooth floorboards. Click, clack! My paws made crisp little snaps on the hard surface. Just ahead, the low wooden coffee table looked like a dark wooden roof. I marched straight underneath to investigate. A heavy stack of glossy magazines created a narrow alley against the table leg. I nudged my nose right into the gap. It was tight, but I braced my front legs and squeezed through to the other side. A perfect secret corridor!