Dog- Cat, ready my ship. Now is the time we sail... we sail until land cannot be seen. We hunt down those that have done this to us and stop this once and for all.
I grow tired of these long nights, adoring the others in the park. While hanging men cannot speak, we will eat indefinately.
Cat- Agreed. but lend me your ears for one bit, as I prepare for our lift-off.
It was a cold december night, that night was cold I say. And into the trees came them. They were mighty with force and yet weak willed. I remember drinking that last sip of mothers tea and realizing that I may never come back from the harsh reality that is war. One thing that can be remembered is the tune we sang while marching into battle... oh was it glorious! I shall sing it to you...
*CRASH*
oh no! They've found us, run for it!