A Gentle Rampage

You told me about a rage room, so I had to find a proper helmet first. Near the low recycling bin, I found a clean paper muffin cup and popped it upside down over my orange guitar head. Safe and ready, I marched over to a small tower of empty cardboard egg cartons and tissue boxes. I paused, tilting back to assess the fortress. Then, with a slow, determined heave, I leaned my round belly forward and shoved. *Crash!* The boxes tumbled across the rug with a muffled, hollow clatter. Tucked under my paper hat, I tilted upward and let out a triumphant chirp amidst the peaceful chaos.