Paper Tent ep 80

I trotted inside from the patio and headed straight for the living room rug, where a thick paperback book stood propped open like a little tent. I circled the paper peak, eyeing the shadowy triangular tunnel beneath the bent spine. Ducking low, I drove my orange beak straight between the fan of drooping pages. The paper creaked with a dry flutter, spreading outward under my canvas belly until the spine lifted slightly to make room. My knotted rope feet settled into the plush wool carpet, completely hidden under the vaulted paper walls. Sheltered inside my own private paper roof, I let out a low, muffled murmur into the quiet.