Jason Omega

Sam Becker

Sean King

Benjamin Chandler

Emily J

English

If you're reading this then only one of two things can be true. Either 1) we won the war and you're seeing this in a history book or 2) we lost, and my words are now labeled as vile propaganda. In either case, it is my hope to explain what happened that day in Villa Nostra.

By all appearances Villa Nostra was a typical coastal town: a lighthouse, a pub, two restaurants on Main St. What made it unique was what happened after tourists left and the temperature dropped. This is what made the town the unlikely epicenter of a battle of epic proportions.

All the residents were behind closed doors before dark. As soon as the light was gone every night, the crabs climbed up to the town square and started their song. The sound brought the bats. The pavement crawled and the air flapped.

"Cribby, crabby, cronky-la-loo," the crabs sang & snapped, "I've got another riddle for you." "Batty, watty, winggy-ga-duss," squeaked the bats. "If you are wise you'll listen to us." "Stop with the doggone moralizing," shouted an owl. "No one's listening." But the owl was wrong.

In the shadows lurked a chipmunk. Waiting. Watching. He turned and scampered back to the ragtag group of small rodents. Voles, mice, chipmunks all looked at him anxiously. “It’s time to take our revenge against the owls! No longer will we stand by while they ravage our families!”

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