Morning Boot Scraper

Morning air cold, but me Grimlock ready for patrol! Crawled out from under patio chair and stomped down to bottom deck step. Right beside gravel sat heavy cast-iron boot scraper shaped like long beetle! Stiff wire brush bristles on sides, sharp iron blade straight across middle. Perfect tough metal! Me open jaws super wide, bite hard down on center iron ridge—clank! Bitter black paint and dried mud crunch on teeth. Me brace stout hind feet on wooden plank, drop tail low, and heave skull upward. Screeech! Iron scraper dragged two inches through wet gravel, scattering pebbles. Me Grimlock move heavy iron monster!