The Battle of November 18th-22nd, 2013.

ON THE THIRD NIGHT THE RELENTLESS FORCES RETREATED. THEY WERE UNAWARE OF THE OPPOSITIONS WILL TO HOLD HIS GROUND AND PROTECT HIS LAND. THEY BECOME COMFORTABLE AND THE MISTAKE PROVED FATAL. 20 DEATHS, 20 LOST LIVES, 20 TIMES THE ENEMY FELL. THEY WERE NOT WELCOME ON THIS LAND AND DESTROYED PRECIOUS CROPS THAT THE PEOPLE HAD WORKED FOR AND NEEDED TO SURVIVE THE HARSH WINTER AHEAD. IT WAS LIFE AND DEATH FOR ALL PARTIES, THE VERY ESSENCE OF NATURAL SURVIVAL AND DEFENSE OF LIFE WAS THE MOTIVATING FORCE THAT SPARKED WAR. THE REMAINS OF LOST RICE STILL PILED IN A CORNER AS A REMINDER THAT THIS BATTLE WAS NOT IN VAIN. THEY WERE DIRTY LITTLE BASTARDS, THEY FOUGHT AT NIGHT AND TAUNTED THEIR ENEMY ON HIS OWN LAND, STEALING HIS BOUNTY, AND SPOILING HIS FAIR. THEY HAD ATTITUDE THAT THE RULES OF ENGAGEMENT HAD NO TIME TO ALLOW. THEY IGNORED THE BASIC RESPECTS ONE MUST PAY WHEN IN ANOTHER CULTURE. TORMENTING AND ABUSIVE, THEIR NUMBER GREW AS THEY MADE PROGRESS ON THEIR INVASION, UNTIL FINALLY AFTER A HEATED FACE OFF IN OPEN FIELDS OF THE LIVING ROOM THE LOCALS HAD SEEN ENOUGH. THE BASTARDS HAD POKED THE SLEEPING BEAR ONE TOO MANY TIMES AND HE AWOKE WITH A FURY THEY HAD NEVER SEEN. CUNNING AND METICULOUS, CRAFTY AND CREATIVE, HE PLOTTED HIS STRIKE. THEY WANT A DIRTY FIGHT, THEY’VE GOT ONE. HE BEFRIENDED THE BEASTS, FED THEM UNTIL THEIR GLUTINOUS BELLIES HAD SLOWED THEIR RAVENOUS PACE OF DESTRUCTION TO HIS LAND.

The lights went out on the first night and the traps snapped. One by one the enemy fell. On the second night a new trap was set and as the lights fell, as too did the snap of the traps. The death toll climbed to 12. Enter The WU MOTHER FUCKERS. And on the third night the perimeter of the traps reached outward to the boarders of his land, SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAP! 20 had perished and a message had been sent. This rice is my rice you bastards.

All told the battle of November 18th-22nd, 2013 claimed 20+ brave mice. They were given a respectable burial in the woods on the shores of the Mississippi and they will be remembered as valiant warriors. But in the end, nobody pokes the bear in his own home, and NOBODY STEALS MY RICE!