The Big Cushion Battle

I needed to test my strength again. The table was too easy, so I jumped down onto the giant soft rug. Right in front of me was a huge mountain made of foam and fabric: a sofa cushion that fell on the floor. I charged forward and gave it my best double punch. Poff! No loud crash. My spiked fists sank right into the squishy guts of the cushion, and then it bounced me straight back onto my backside. It did not break. It absorbed my mighty blow! This cushion is a worthy opponent. I sat there on the rug and glared at it, making sure it did not make a sudden move.