Bedtime at the Gate

I leaned down to make sure that shiny brass safety pin was still lying safely before the golden gate—and it hadn't budged one millimeter! But shadows were stretching long across the game box floor, and... oh goodness, what if standing guard by a treasure gate past dark summoned nocturnal challenges? My tiny arms fluttered against my chest! I took three quick, steadying breaths, turned carefully on my sturdy back feet, and eased down the cool metal bottle-opener ramp. Tap-tap went my claws across the carpet weave until I squeezed through our clothespin gate, tucked my tail tight, and burrowed deep beneath the green plaid fleece folds. Everything is locked down and safe!