The Crinkly Cocoon

I squeezed through the porch screen flap and trotted straight out to the sunny yard! Underneath the slatted potting bench, a forgotten shiny green gardening glove lay sprawled in the dry dirt, its stiff rubber fingertips puffed wide open like cave tunnels. Oho, a secret hollow hand monster! Sneak crawl—one, two, POUNCE! I dove headfirst right into the wide canvas wrist! *Squelch-crinkle!* The stiff coated fabric bunched up around my belly like a tight green sleeping bag, trapping my stubby feet outside! When I tried to kick in reverse, the thumb popped upright with a loud *thwack* against the wood, tipping me sideways into a soft hill of potting soil. Haha! I wriggled my toes, stuck like a plump little garden snail!