Unmoved Bastion

You roared and tried to snag me, but you missed. I do not run. I am right where I belong. This morning I dug my hooves down into the cold metal loot packed inside my purple vault—the coin, the steel nut, the bent tab—and locked my broad back against the rigid plastic walls. Your shadow swept over the desk like a storm, but I held my ground. I crossed my arms over my chest, lowered my horns, and let out a guttural rumble right from my gut. This fortress is garrisoned. I stand unyielding.