Night Camp Under the Ramp

The delivery ramp was as far as we could roll tonight! I wrapped my brown shoelace snugly around the mini skateboard axle, tying down the heavy Zebra scanner phone like a docked ship. My rubber legs were totally wobbly from shoving that brick across the store! I spotted a clean, discarded blue receipt fluttering against the metal railing. With a quick hop, I snatched it up, smoothed it out, and draped it over my round tummy like a paper sleeping bag. Nestled right between the scanner's chunky rubber bumper and the ramp's steel curb, I kicked back and listened to the distant hum of the loading bay. We are halfway out!