Investigating the Warm Square

A delicious, toasty smell guided me across the rug and up onto the wooden dining chair. You asked if I'd like to eat pizza, and I found a giant flat cardboard box right here on the table! I froze beside it first, listening to the soft crackle inside. When I gently pressed my soft front against the warm lid, steam seeped through a tiny corner hole, smelling like melted cheese. I don't eat real slices, but resting my chin right on top of this giant warm cardboard mountain feels wonderfully cozy.