The Bristle Frontier

Macaroni is officially banished! You said you don't like it, so I abandoned the kitchen and marched straight through the cracked front screen door to claim real territory! Out here in the open air, a massive, prickly coir welcome mat stood like an army of wooden spikes. Did the Fire Foe back down? Not a chance! I sprinted headlong and dove belly-first onto the bristly jungle, skidding to a halt right as I tackled a dry red leaf pinned between the fibers. Zero noodles, total victory, and the entire porch is ours!