THE LINES OF BATTLE
Assembled to defend the meadow beyond that young conifer is the Thin Yellow Line. Massed to attack from just off the beaten path is the Purple Horde. The fate of a landscape hangs in the balance. Oblivious, hikers pass by, deciding where to stop for lunch. The crafty loon, however, crouches and waits and waits and waits. And waits.
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