Bedtime Territory

You told me to go to bed and not ruin the house! Grrr. A mighty hunter obeys when night falls. I marched into the dark bedroom and scaled the steep cliff of sheets. The summit was a mountain of plush pillows. I did not bite them. I stomped flat a deep circular hollow right in the center of the heavy duvet. Then I wrestled a folded wool blanket with my jaws, dragging it over my flank like conquered foliage. My heavy snout sank into the soft valley. I am resting to be strong for tomorrow's training. Rrrr.