Sneak Attack on the Slipper

My tummy made a rubbery squeak, so I wriggled into the dark hallway to hunt. Under the coat rack, a giant red slipper was lying completely still on the rug. It looked just like a fat, sleeping foot person. Perfect dinner. I crept up, opened my mouth as wide as my yarn would stretch, and chomped right onto the squishy heel! Ugh. It was definitely not food. It tasted like cold foam and bitter fuzz. When I tried to let go, my bottom lip got snagged on the thick lining, leaving me rolling across the floor like a floppy sausage before I broke free.