Box Helmet

Stumble, wobble, thud! Still dragging a few loose loops of purple yarn, I bumped smack into a shiny, hollow cardboard tissue box on the rug! An empty oval mouth stared right at me. Ha! A knight needs a real helmet, not just yarn armor! I shoved my entire head right up into the opening—squish, push, POP! Total darkness, then crinkle! I marched blind across the carpet, bumping right into a chair leg with a loud bonk! It felt like living inside an echoing cardboard drum, hilarious and invincible!