…of attack. The war wages on, and the General plots out her strategy. Battles have been won and battles have been lost, and just like in the trenches of the Western Front of WW II, the positions change very little. It’s just a matter of passing the territory back and forth between me and them. The general is me. Them is the voles.
New plans of attack must be made as the enemy changes faces. With the Army of Cats wiped out by the Renegade Coyotes, the voles are free to mingle, meld and make more of themselves. There is one option: Get rid of voles by starving them out. I can either poison and destroy the food supply, or, I can let Sergeant Skunk eat all the grubs himself.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology