In the northeast, the invaders were sighted by an outpost of beavers. Slapping their tails on the water in Morse code, they sent a distress signal to the whole riverbank community. When the signal went dead, the terrified hinterlanders fled in herds. The sea otters of the northwest first greeted the newcomers as friends. None would survive long enough to do otherwise. Inland, the blue foxes made some cunning daytime raids, but they, too, were soon gone. Hibernating polar bears were, of course, unable to mobilize. Meanwhile, back in the east, the bison were running a losing race for their lives against powerful steam engines hauling carloads of trigger-happy settlers... |
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© 2015. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Northern Conquest
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