Puppies vs. Ducks - Epic Food Defense

By Paul Ciampanelli Aug 3rd 2011

The sound of battle rang from the hills for seventeen days and nights, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke, blood and death. A thousand thousand webbed feet slapped against the muddy earth as the anatid army continued its relentless march toward the castle, leaving the chaos and carnage of war in its wake. The puppies had fought bravely with tooth and paw, but their numbers could not hope to match the staggering size nor the aerial facility of the anatids, and far more fur than feather had been shed over the scorched landscape behind them.

The puppies fell back to the castle gates. The beaked ones soon would be upon them again in another wave of attack. For the puppies, there would be no more retreat. Few survivors remained to defend the keep, and any hope for victory had faded from their hearts days earlier. Eventually the birds would overwhelm the castle and all of the kibble would be theirs. But surrender was an agony worse than the most painful death. Even as the puppies stared into the abyss and faced the inexorable truth of mortality, their ferocity was not quelled. They would fall, yes, but they would fall bearing fangs and filling the sky with their warhowls. What the puppies defended now was honor, and honor alone.