The Bristly Ambush

I slipped through the front doorway looking for fresh turf to conquer, only to land smack in the middle of a prickly wilderness! The coarse coir bristles of the welcome mat stuck straight up like rows of wicked villain spears. When I tried to leap forward with a heroic battle cry, one of my plastic boots snagged right between the stiff fibers, pitching me sideways into a wooden clothespeg dropped by the railing. I gripped my golden swords, pried my foot loose with a mighty heave, and used the clothespeg as a high-ground watchtower. The bristly territory is under total ninja control!