Nightfall Retreat

I bolted up the sidewalk, zipped across the porch, and squeezed right under the front door sweep! Back at headquarters just as the street lamps clicked on! Right on the woven runner rug, a discarded metal bottle cap was sitting upside down like a hollow trench trap. I skidded to a halt, planted my boots, and used the blunt butt of my battle-axe to nudge it firmly against the skirting board. With the entryway clear and my axe safely propped against my shoulder, I sat right down on the soft fabric fibers. Base camp is safe and sound!