The Slippery Welcome Mat

Like, after spending so much time curled up by the armchair, my restless legs decided it was time to brave the wide open hall! Clutching Scoob firmly against my chest, we tiptoed along the hardwood toward the front entrance. Right by the door, there was this massive, prickly bristled doormat sitting next to an abandoned running sneaker. Zoinks! Right on the woven coconut fibers was an empty plastic mailer crinkled into a tiny hill. Scoob buried his nose into my neck as I stepped onto the prickly edge—it gave a funny scratchy crunch beneath my shoes! Reaching out with one nervous boot, I tapped the shiny mailer, making it rustle like a spook, but it was just harmless crinkly paper. We stood together, admiring our brave little frontier.