Today, war was declared. The battlefield was our driveway. The opponent was the blackberries that are now mostly ripe and ready to pick. Birds are already attempting to claim the territory for their own.
No look to bad, yeah? Nice and green. Get plenny.
Plenny berries, ripe for da picking.
Sweet and ripe and oh, so nani!
Lots of ripe ones, with still more still ready to ripen. How they tempt us with their beauty and sweetness!
Try wait! The minute we came near, the enemy shouldered their weapons, ready to strike with whatever force was necessary:
The older soldiers had larger weapons:
Undaunted, Nolemana and I moved in, ready to vanquish and plunder and take what is rightfully ours.
Even the ones without fruit stood at the ready:
I did not emerge unscathed.
However, guess who won in the end! Heh heh.