Story #36: The Great War

The Great War

Franky the squirrel had been at war his entire life. The Great Squirrel and Porcupine

war raged on for many years. The animals were at war over who got to control the land.

It was a war that was handed down to them from man generations.

Franky could not walk through the timber without the fear of being ambushed by a

group of porcupines. The porcupines were brutal attackers. They launched all of their

quills at the one target. Franky’s biggest fear when walking through the timber was

running in to his rival Jimmy. Jimmy and Franky had grown up hating each other there

entire lives because Jimmy’s dad killed Franky’s dad. Franky wanted his revenge.

Franky and his friends were walking around the timber patrolling for porcupines

when his best friend fell over and there was a quill sticking out of his chest. Franky and

the rest of his friends scurried behind a tree trying to realize what just happened. They

were scanning the ground for porcupines but they could not see any when another quill

was shot in front of their feet.

Franky’s friends all ran away but Franky was still searching for the porcupine. Quills

kept being launched at random and Franky still couldn’t see anything. Then suddenly it

hit him. They weren’t on the ground, they were in the trees. He yelled frantically for

more squirrels to come help him when he heard a laugh that was all to familiar, it was

Jimmy.

Jimmy jumped out of a tree that was 20 yards away from him. Jimmy was slowly

waddling towards Franky. Franky’s heart was beating so hard he could hear it. He did

not know if it was fear or anger that had him excited. Jimmy tried to feel for his acorn

ammo. He didn’t want to look away from Jimmy for even a second. His hand had finally

found the ammo when Jimmy launched a quill two inches above Franky’s head.

Franky took the ammo and fired insanely at Jimmy but couldn’t calm down enough

to be accurate. Jimmy was still waddling towards him, now about 10 yards away.

Franky kept firing frantically. Jimmy shot two more quills to the sides of Franky. He was

teasing his prey. He was now within five yards. Franky began to panic even more. He

was running out of ammo. Then he realized if he did not calm down that Jimmy would

kill him. Franky breathed deeply and fired his last three shots with his eyes closed. He

opened his eyes and Jimmy was still walking. He had missed.

Jimmy got a foot away from him and laughed menacingly. Jimmy was preparing to

launch all of his quills. Franky realized that he had only one chance. He grabbed the

quill Jimmy had shot above his head and yanked it out of the tree. Jimmy looked

surprised and scared. Franky drove the quill through Jimmy. Jimmy had finally been

killed.

Franky rushed over to his best friend who was still laying there with a quill in his

chest. He was dead. Franky pulled the quill out and threw it aside. He picked up his

best friends body and carried it back to the squirrel territory. He was praised as a hero

for killing Jimmy but he did not care. It was unsatisfactory because he lost his best

friend, and the war would still go on.