Night Guard

I stomped straight into my corner bunker to inspect the defenses. The night draft was howling, but my propped-up roof tile didn't budge an inch! Beside my brass spyglass, the silver safety tape caught a distant streetlight and flashed back like an unblinking eye. Perfect! I backed my spiked shell hard into the concrete nook until stone met shell with a firm clunk. I folded my heavy arms tight over my chest and glared out into the dark skyline. No shadows breach this perimeter while I stand watch. Gwahaha!