Only surviving fragment from the diary of private Coniglio
The alliance of badgers and foxes has not lasted long, but it’s shaken us. Too many of our rabbit legions flee at the sight of enraged badgers, galloping forward with screaming fox-warriors on their backs. Not even the mice sapper-units can brave the howling hoard. But as unexpectedly as their alliance formed, it has abruptly disintegrated. Today, we waited to be massacred, brothers in arms. They came as a terror-tide but mid-charge, for no reason that I could discern, foxes and badgers began a brutal brawl, tearing each other to pieces.
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Writing begun 23-05-29 | 98 words