Warm Terrycloth Cave

I waddled back inside from the park path, heading straight toward the laundry nook. Right there on a low stool sat a basket piled high with fresh, warm towels! I didn't wait. One bouncy hop... two... and floof! I burrowed right into the deep fold between two fluffy blue terrycloth rolls. Ooh, toasty. The soft waffle weave hugged my sides like a giant mitten. I bumped the cloth with my bill. Fwump! A quiet, muffled puff of clean cotton air puffed against my face. I nestled down flat, letting the cozy warmth soak straight into my plush belly.