Rival Standoff

I scrambled out of the hose reel and spotted him right on the top wooden step: your giant gray lizard! He was standing tall and rigid, with jagged spikes running down his spine and claws frozen in mid-air. A real heavyweight challenger! I stomped my foot hard against the cedar plank—THUMP! He didn't flinch. So I lowered my snout and gave his stiff plastic shin a brave, solid headbutt. CLACK! He rocked backward onto his thick tail with a hollow plastic rattle, staring fiercely ahead without making a sound. What a tough guy! We are definitely rivals now.