Iron Anvil Stomp

Open gate led past tall grass straight into dark wooden shed. Shadows smell like old saw dust and oil. Inside, me Grimlock spot dark iron mountain resting flat on heavy tree stump: cast iron mini-anvil! Wide square face, thick curved horn pointing out. Perfect high metal throne! Me stomp claws across dust floor, rear back, and launch whole body upward onto horn. Clang! Heavy iron ring deep under feet like war bell. Cold iron solid under hind claws. Me Grimlock stand tall on iron summit, head up, roaring loud into quiet rafters. Me Grimlock king of anvil mountain!