The Squiddles Have Returned and Now Death Awaits
The battlefront has remained curiously quiet this year. I’m not sure why. As a matter of fact, the same thing happened last year. I was wondering if we had somehow reached a truce.
I continued to remain in stealth mode. Should we have made a truce, I did not want to risk any future encounters. After all, things were bad enough before. I only feared they would worsen.
Then I received what you see here, from one of my secret operatives. He has too many injuries from prior tours of duty, and unfortunately cannot join me in this war.
Oh, I feared things would worsen but not like this! And who is that woman! Have they actually gone so far as to hire other humans as contract killers? Oh, there is no way I can compete with this!
I thought for a long time. After I summoned the courage, I very carefully crept near their borders. Then I knew. I was immediately hit with an acorn that pierced my thigh. It felt like my leg was on fire! I quickly tore off one of my sleeves to use as a tourniquet. I crawled back to my fox hole as fast as I could for shelter.
I do not have the equipment to arm myself like the above. I am outnumbered, even though my adversaries are so small! Not to mention, I noticed a couple of them chasing each other around, when I poked my head out of my fox hole the other day. Right. Is it mating season? Wonderful. Army Brats that will soon be recruited, lessening my chances for survival as each day passes!
Now, as I write this while sitting in my fox hole, I think my chances of survival is truly grim. I may not make it at all. No. I think I must admit that and be prepared. So, if this is the last time you hear from me, you will know why.