Squirrel Wars 2009: Standoff at high 7 o’clock
Hostilities commenced just after dawn, when the Enemy Squirrel sent a scouting party* across the border** to pillage supplies**.
Little did the party know, however, that there was a gun trained on its every move.
Pow! Bang! Zing!
With the rapid action only a semiautomatic pistol can deliver, the Allies delivered rubber shock and awe. The scouting party was trapped!
Enemy Squirrel’s scouting party* retreated. But it soon returned with full reinforcements*, hellbent on biting apart the fabric of our society**.
Just when things were looking bleak for the Allies, they called in their secret weapon to patrol the borders:
All right, Squirrely. You tell ‘em I’M coming… and hell’s coming with me, you hear?… HELL’S COMING WITH ME!
[to be continued...]
*the damn squirrel himself
**the fence