November 23, 2016

The plebeian aardvark directed the movements of her troops from the top of a knoll. The harsh cry of ‘Advance!’ tore from her throat as she pointed with quivering rage at the enemy encampment. The aardvark army surged in response, spilling madly across the plain. Neck muscles tensed. Teeth ground. The armies crashed together. Cries of victory mingled with cries of agony and death. When night fell, silence reigned. The plebeian aardvark, victorious, moved through the mounds of dead.

‘That’ll teach ’em,’ she said.

The moon on high remained indifferent.

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