A: That’s what you have to complain about, D? The name of the Squirrel Commandant?
D: It’s just that there’s so much, A.
A: . . .
D: Fine, it’s a lovely tribute, A. We all love Ionia and honestly I can’t imagine anything better than a war fought with cupcakes. There. Are you happy?
A: Ha! I win.
D: And here I was just getting used to the silence. . .
Rodrigo, the Squirrel Commandant, surveyed his troops and shook his head.
“I don’t know if we’re up to it, but dam’d if I’m going to let the Chipmunks win today.”
“Sorry, Commandant – what was that?”
Rodrigo looked up, startled. He hadn’t seen Corporal Jones. He quickly backtracked: “Nothing, Corporal. We have a job to do. The Princess Ionia is at the top of that tower, and we’re going to take down every chipmunk, rabbit and grasshopper that gets in our way, or I’m not the Commandant of the 165th Infantry Division.”
Letting the men see him weak was not good. Things were bad, but they weren’t that bad.
* * *
Rodrigo gave the signal and the 165th unleashed its furry.
Weeks-old confectioneries flew from…
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