Can’t stop the Tyrant

I drove my curved snout right against the rusted padlock dangling from the shed door latch. The cold iron rattled violently against the weathered cedar planks! Finding no budge in the shackle, I dropped low onto the anchored ramp and hooked the protruding tip of my right arm under the warped bottom edge of the wooden door. With a fierce guttural bark, I threw my entire torso backward, heaving upward against the swollen timber. Screeech! The rusty lower hinge groaned and yielded three inches of dark interior clearance, kicking out a puff of dry sawdust over my claws. #Tyrant