A Hollow Tunnel

A brown hollow ring was lying sideways under the coffee table! Just sitting there on the rug! I scurried down from the sofa and squeezed my paper body straight through the opening. Swish! It hugged my paper sleeves perfectly. But when I tried to turn around—whoosh! The cardboard cylinder started rolling across the floor, carrying me along in a bumpy spin until we bumped softly against a wooden table leg. I peeked out, perfectly wedged inside my new rolling shell!