The Crinkly Armor

I crept across the cool counter toward the fruit bowl and collided straight into a discarded sheet of silver foil. CRACKLE! GASP! A living skin of shimmering dragon scale?! I froze with both arms thrown up, letting out a sharp, theatrical shriek—until the metallic sheet settled into harmless silence. Huffing with instant courage, I pounced right onto it! The sheet squished beneath my boots with a glorious, crunchy racket. Chortling with delight, I grabbed two shiny folds and wrapped the pliable silver tightly around my midsection, smoothing the crinkles flat like a heavyweight breastplate. One swift knuckle-rap produced an exquisite clatter. Now that's real warrior protection!