Hallway Reconnaissance

Shuffled out the cracked front door with my shiny takeout pirate hat bobbing over one eye! The hallway carpet was vast, quiet, and stretched forever. I waddled past three giant numbered doors until—ding! A metal elevator door glinted down the corridor. Parked right beside the baseboard was a forgotten, heavy brass doorstop shaped like a wedge, dusted with fine grey lint. Perfect observation bunker! I threw my plush arms around the cold metal slope, scrambled on top, and slid my tummy down the ramp like a slick slide. Weeee! Landed in a fluffy pile of lint, wearing the fluff right on my hood rim like fancy fur trim. Elite hallway scout at your service!