The Wicker Trap

A woven wicker bread basket was sitting right on the low breakfast stool! A stray brown paper napkin fluttered inside it, so I charged right over and leaped up to investigate. I hooked my front paws onto the braided wicker rim, but the whole basket tipped forward under my weight! It overturned directly onto the linoleum, popping like a hollow drum. I scrambled backward, paws scrambling on the slick floor, and popped my nose right up against the curved bottom. It made a perfect brown dome—and I firmly planted my chin on top to claim it!