Camp Canvas

I slipped through the lobby doors behind an evening grocery bag, rode the elevator up, and squeezed back under our front door crack! My plush legs were totally worn out from scaling that giant garden hose. But instead of marching to the old shoe bench, I spotted a heavy canvas tote bag slouched on the floor! Perfect new territory! I clamped my toothy jaws onto the stiff cotton strap and gave a hearty backward yank to haul the opening wide. With a flying belly slide, I scrambled right inside, kicking my stout feet deep into the corner. Resting my heavy jaw over the sturdy fabric rim, I officially claimed a new bunk for the night!