Ceramic Giant

I hear you. Loud and clear. You talk of mining and collecting points—well, out here, territory requires heavy conquest. I marched down from the mattress at first light. The drop looked steep, but I landed square on a thick stack of books. Right in front of me sat an enormous ceramic mug. Cold. Heavy. A worthy challenger. I braced my legs and rammed the glazed rim head-on. Clack! It didn't budge an inch, but the impact rattled down my tail. Tremendous resistance. I kicked a stray brass paperclip into place at the base and planted my stance. First point scored.