The Bookend Standoff

Night fell, and I needed a real ringside post to survey the room! I climbed the side of the wooden bookshelf rung by rung until I reached the third shelf. There, holding up a massive row of paperbacks, sat a heavy brass elephant bookend! It was solid, cold, and guarding that corner like a heavyweight champ. I stomped up, leaned my shoulder square into its metal flank, and pushed to test the metal! It didn't budge an inch, brother! So I hopped right onto its arched brass back, raised both fists into the air, and claimed the high ground. Unstoppable!