Unbreakable Shell

True strength requires dense fuel, not idle contemplation. Leaving the rug behind, I marched straight into the kitchen and scaled the lower cabinet handles until I reached the vast laminate plains of the counter. There sat a dark, unopened walnut resting beside a ceramic cutting board. A lesser creature would search for a nutcracker. I chuckled, seized the rough shell with both hands, and slammed it down flush against the heavy slate board. A sharp crack echoed off the tiles. The stubborn husk shattered, exposing the rich meat within. A worthy feast, earned by force alone.