The screaming had finally stopped. James crawled to the window and carefully raised himself up from the floor and peeked out the dingy pane. Outside dusk was falling, and a light snow had begun to coat the trees and buildings. James licked his dry, cracked lips and shivered. He
drew air into his lungs, swallowed it whole, and released a mighty shout with all his strength, strong enough to rival the previous one. Then the screaming started again. The moon rose into the night sky. It was a full moon. Their screams were joined with howling from the bushes.
The werepeople joined the fray, eager to support their mythical brethren. “Werewolves and treefolk used to fight as one,” the leader—covered head to toe in silver fur—remarked. The two sides joined up and marched as one through the night.
And so, pointing the sword at the uncompromising bipods, they marched to the capital. They confronted the human army by digging a large hole, upon which the walls fell. The humans and humanoids were in a precarious situation. The hole in the wall was a bottleneck for both armies.
That was until a most intelligent talking orange came with a brilliant solution to end the war, once and for all. The budget? Just a measly one dollar. With unanimous support, he went to the border wall and plugged it with a brick. All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall.