The Rustling Fortress

I trotted back inside from the park and found a giant brown paper grocery bag standing wide open on the kitchen tiles! Naturally, I dove straight inside. The stiff kraft paper crackled like a roaring campfire under my paws! When I let out an experimental chirp, the pleated walls bounced my squeak back in a delightful, papery rattle. My back feet slipped on the smooth interior bottom, tipping the entire bag sideways with a loud whoosh! I tumbled in the dark folds for two dramatic seconds, then shoved my head straight through the gap by the twisted handle. Now my rustling cave has a private skylight!