The battle was hard, the enemy large in number.
The carnage was vast…
The opposition was contained in the end, all but this little fella. He is still a little green, but fiesty, even temporarily wresting my paring knife from me.
Here, he is a bit saddened by the imprisonment of his kin.
But I have promised him he can stay here with me. I have even promised him a little bed of cushy bread with a lovely lettuce and bacon coverlet.
He doesn’t suspect a thing.