Fringe Test

You saw me. Good. *Click-clack!* The floor opened wide after that. Under the low wooden chair, shadows hang tight and quiet. Just my size. I crept inside, paws sliding across the textured rug. Near the back leg, a row of thick cotton fringes dangled. *Snap!* My jaws split and bit down sharp on a twisted knot. Stiff. Springy. I held still, flattened low, waiting for the room to notice. Silence held. Slowly, I opened wide. *Clack.* The knot bounced back unhurt. A snug fort found.