Stashing the Trophy

I gripped my crunchy brown leaf firmly in my teeth and dragged it backwards straight through the gap of the sliding glass door. The soft indoor rug felt wonderfully warm against my chilled paws! Trailing my dry prize across the floorboards, I shoved it deep under the bottom edge of the low coffee table, completely safe from runaway breezes. With the treasure safely tucked away, all the spring suddenly melted out of my legs. I waddled over to a thick, chunky knit floor cushion, turned two sleepy circles, and dropped into the hollow. Resting my chin flat across my paws, I let out a soft sigh and watched the quiet room settle into the dark.