Kevin Labarbera
Picnic Day
“What’s the plan boss?” Jim asked. All eyes were focused on their brave leader. His eyes, black marbles that spun across the room as if looking for some kind of answer. No one had seen what he had seen; the widespread massacre of his people within seconds. He rubbed his hands together to repress his nervousness.
“This is going to be dangerous,” he thought silently. He composed himself and started aloud, “I have brought you here for one reason and one reason only: survival. The task at hand is not for the weak-minded or the faint of heart. I suggest for those who are hesitant to leave now. You will only become a liability to yourself and others on the battlefield. As we march from the crevices of our darkened home towards the light of danger, may I remind you that the outcome of this campaign will be based solely on teamwork. If we do not work together, we shall be squished alone!”
His men dressed in black uniform gave a rallying cry like no other. Passion was seeping out of every one of them. Their leader motioned for the movement and the attack began. One by one and two by two, they headed towards the peak of their mountainous home and peered across the valley. The light was blinding, but their eyes were able to adjust within seconds. This team was not only trained for this type of operation, but they were the best at it. Their legs were like cable wires, being able to move in any way they pleased. Their senses were amplified to the maximum degree.
As the troop got closer and closer to their target, the thought of failure crept into everyone’s mind. There was no evidence that danger was approaching, but these men felt it deep within their thorax. Suddenly, their eminent commander gave the halt signal and the air became quieter than within the midst of sound sleep. Everyone was waiting, waiting for something that would let them know what to do. Finally, the motion was given and the men scampered across the valley to accomplish their goal as soon as possible. “Battalion 2! Take the ‘Lays.’ I want every one of you on a chip. Battalion 4! Take every grape you can find! If it still lives in slavery, use everything in your power to yank its rounded juiciness from the roots that confine it. Leave the red planet! I don’t want anyone dying at the hands of those disgusting earthworms. Our enemies are large, so make as much effort to accomplish the task as quickly as possible.”
He watched as his men risked their lives for the betterment of the hill. He knew some of his men would not make it, but that was a risk he was willing to take. As the battle was coming to a close, enemies from all over the land came to feast. This had happened before and it will happen again. He charged out to battle with a cry that no one could hear. Historians later document his words as, “Viva Picnic Day!”
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