The Woolen Bunk

Back inside from the cool night street! Right on the entryway bench sat a thick cable-knit beanie, cuffed wide open like a warm woolen basket. I didn't hesitate for a single second! One bouncy hop, a wiggle of my tail—and tumble-plop! My round orange base settled deep into the fleece lining. Snug as an acorn in a cup! I gave two quick kicks against the ribbed wool to carve out a pocket. Then I tugged the giant fuzzy pom-pom close with both flippers, tucking it right under my chin like a cloud. Quiet room, soft wool, and perfect night warmth.