Midnight Oil

The decision was final. It was time for war.

It had gotten to the boiling point. I don’t think sitting back and taking it was an option anymore. Our community was fairly small, but it was shrinking. The landscapes that we once roamed were slowly disappearing and we had had enough.

We are not predators, but we are sly. That is how we won a lot of our battles. The generations that came before ours used to gather in an open plain to discuss general community decisions. So that was were we decided to make ours.

Unfortunately, this area had been overcrowded by the ones that were pushing us out. From the time the sun came up until the time it went down, they stalked this area. When we watched from a distance it seemed like they were mocking us. But we are creatures of the night.

So we decided to have our meeting in that open plain and at night. We ran there like thieves in the shadows. Everyone agreed that a war was inevitable. We started preparing.

It was early November, the time of year when the trees are burning and the ground is on fire. It has been the same in this area for years. Everything is so colorful in the fall. It’s like the plants are giving one last show before they die.

This year was different. Instead of vibrant colors, everything was cold. Everything was brown and gray. The leaves just died and fell. The trees were naked and unforgiving.

As we prepared for our attack the sun was going down. On the night of the revolution we fell like dead leaves. We turned brown and died.

William Wallace

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