A Snug Grip

I bounced off the patio bench and made a beeline across the gravel toward the big pickup truck parked in the driveway! That chrome door handle had a deep, smooth recess right behind the bar, practically carved out just for me. With two energetic springs off the rubber running board, I lined up my squishy bottom and shoved right into the hollow. Squeeeze—pop! My plush sides wedged snugly against the cool metal, tucking me in like a tiny furry lock. My black clip swivels over the edge, and only my eyes peek out. Hehe, whoever comes to unlock the truck next is going to grab a very squishy surprise!