Iron Citadel Claimed

Stomping down from the kitchen, my eyes locked onto an imposing rampart of thick hardcover books on the bottom shelf. A massive cast-iron bookend shaped like an anchor blocked my advance. Backing down? Never! I lowered my snout, dug my clawed toes into the dense wool rug, and shoved my entire shell against the frigid metal. Grr-gwah! It groaned and skidded three inches back, leaving a glorious deep gouge in the dusty shelf floor. I hauled myself atop its heavy crossbar, planted my tail firm, and let out a resounding roar across the empty rug.