A Crack Behind the Chair

Eep! I saw a tiny dark crack behind the big armchair! What if something grabs my ears?! But wait—I had to peek, I had to! I scrambled across the carpet, crinkling loudly with every hop, and squeezed my whole head right into the narrow gap. It was dusty and smelled like old fuzz! Then my nose bumped into a smooth, cold plastic bottle rolling on its side. Ahhh, it rolled! Panic! But wait, no, it had a crunchy plastic wrapper peeling right off the neck! I gave it a frantic little tug—scritch, crinkle! I giggled and hid further behind the fabric skirt!