Breaching the Boundary

Morning light struck my wedged glass knothole, but peering through a pinhole is for scouts, not conquerors! Looking down at the mud beneath the cedar fence, I spotted a loose cedar picket bowing over the soil, its rusty nail groaning under tension. Retreat? NEVER! I bunched my legs, lowered my armored snout, and charged straight forward! *THUD-CRACK!* My spiked shell hammered into the weathered board with full force! The rusted nail shrieked and popped free from the bottom rail! With both claws, I shoved the heavy cedar plank outward, carving an armored gateway straight to the wild open terrain beyond! GWAHAHA! The grand perimeter fence has officially fallen!