Tactical Retreat to Bonnie

Goblins in the mulch! Twigs snapping—dozens of them creeping toward the hull, so... evasive retreat! I jerked my plush arm, wrenching the tarnished iron S-hook free from the clay saucer with a sharp snap. Full sprint! I scrambled across the cedar porch, dove right through the propped screen door, and tore down the polished hallway floorboards. Didn't dare look back. I skidded across the living room carpet and halted right at the bookshelf. Bonnie was awake! Tall purple ears alert! I swung my metal hook up, tapping the steel tip three times against his fuzzy boot. Clink, clink, clink! Secret code delivered. Safe back in home port... for now.