Conquering the Crater

Unfolded myself from the chess knight and bounded straight across the kitchen linoleum! Snap! My lower jaw struck the rim of an open molded paper egg carton—thump-crackle! The sturdy cup buckled inward, springing a neat circular dent. Sudden halt! I leaped back two hops, head cocked to inspect the reaction. Twelve deep, dimpled paper craters marching in two tidy rows! A bumpy cardboard mountain range. I lunged forward with an eager chomp, wedging my flat paper snout deep into the dented hollow. Squeak-pop! My lower crease anchored tight against the curved pulp wall, propping me upright at a proud slant. Sheltered right inside my custom paper crater!