The Heavy Wedge

Marching back inside from the avenue, my path met a stout wooden wedge jammed beneath the heavy oak front door! A block of raw timber, rough and stubborn. Not on my watch! I braced both boots against the polished parquet floorboards, dropped low, and slammed my clawed fists straight into its thick angled flank. Skrrrt! The wedge groaned against the floor grit, sliding an inch backward to loosen the door frame. I planted one foot on its tapered peak, threw my head back, and let out a hearty rumble. Nothing holds a passage without answering to my power!