The Mug Blockade

I pulled my boot out from the breadbox slit and marched straight past the toaster to claim an afternoon victory drink! But sitting right in front of the giant black coffee machine was an enormous white ceramic mug, blocking my path like an insolent fortress tower. It didn't even attempt to slide out of my royal way! I stomped right up, planted both boots on the speckled laminate counter, and gave its thick curved handle a furious two-handed shove. The stubborn heavy cup barely scraped an inch, letting out a screeching grind against the counter and knocking me onto my backside! Someone obviously crafted this ceramic boulder with illegal heavy clay just to sabotage my patrol, but I clamped my yellow mitts right around that handle until it stopped moving!