[A blanket on the ground isn't a ridiculous possibility! Even kennels have blankets sometimes!]

I don't know, I think that sounds like a fairytale. Like the little old woman who lived in a shoe! The sulky wolf who lurked in a phallic succulent.

[Speaking of, how is this thing both hollow and alive? Desert plants are very much NOT in her wheelhouse. Sypha digs her thumbnail into the interior wall, curious if it's wet and alive under that leathery skin.]