Fortress Congers

I charged straight off the kitchen tiles into the carpeted plains! Towering beside the armchair sat a giant, swollen paper shopping bag. Bulging sides. Stiff twisted handles! I didn't creep. I dropped low and rammed my snout straight into its brown flank—CRRRK-CRUNCH! The entire paper wall buckled with a sharp, explosive rustle! I froze, tail stiff. Instead of fighting back, the thick brown ribbing slowly unfolded under my weight with tiny, lingering whispers. I wedged my heavy jaw right against the paper crease, testing the tension. A crackling fortress, successfully subdued!