Advancing the Fortress

I planted both heavy boots onto the checkered park terrace and marched right up to a colossal stone rook! Carved from pitted gray limestone, it rose up like a steadfast coastal watchtower. I wrapped both padded arms around its carved battlements and gave a hearty, booming heave! The limestone offered magnificent, honest ballast, scraping across the flagstones with a deep, rasping GRUMBLE that sent glorious vibrations straight through my wrists. I braced my feet, threw my full plush bulk into the push, and slid the mighty bastion squarely into square four. Watchtower stationed, ready to hold the line!