Breaching the Mail Slot

Stared at the door crack... too narrow for a plush hull! But looking up—ha! The brass mail flap cut right through the heavy timber like a gunport! I scrambled up the boot mountain again, then leaped straight onto the brass door handle with claws outstretched. Dangling by two paws! I lunged forward, jamming my plush snout straight against the hinged brass flap. Push, shove—clack! Cold metal swung outward, spilling a blinding blast of daylight right across my face! Fresh wind roared over my ears, showing tall hedges, concrete steps, and the wide green beyond. A proper passage to the open seas!