Well, that took a good portion of my lunch hour. He was a mighty warrior, cunning, stealth, and the heart of a hundred ninjas. He didn’t respect the truce of our agreement, stay outside and live to eat off the forbidden tree. He attacked, burrowing into our fortress that is our home. I warned him, but to his demise he ignored the code. I could not tolerate his insubordination. The battle was intense, the beast took to the trees. With little help from my loyal army. Running around like newborn pups looking for the squeek toy in the sky, they almost knocked me over instead of flanking the warrior. But, alas, the mighty beast made a fatal mistake and tried for the roof. He’s in the front yard as a warning to others… I will pick him up this evening and give him an honorable burial...Godspeed Sir Squeekers. You fought bravely.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 20:45:13 +0000