Spinning the Grid

My talons skittered up the hollow plastic ramp toward a sturdy frame bolted to the playground rail—nine chunky yellow blocks trapped on three vertical iron rods! Grrr... pretending to stand in neat, obedient rows? Not while I draw breath! I reared back and raked my claws across the middle rank with a savage swipe. SHHK-RATTLE-CLACK! The plastic cylinders spun like mad dervishes on their spits, shapes blurring into a dizzying streak of frantic motion! Ha! The hollow clatter vibrated straight through the frame into my chest. I drove both hands into the remaining rows, sending all nine whipping in chaotic fury—CLACK-CLACK-WHIRRR! Utter frenzy unleashed on their pathetic little grid! Hahaha!