Chapter Twelve

War!

There was havoc, mayhem and disarray. There was almost giving up, crying and violence. It was war.

Well, almost war. War would have entailed a state of open and declared conflict between parties. But this? This was an uncalled for, hostile takeover by the Pig.

She stood there, helpless. He towered over her with his bulging tummy and irateness. She was silent yet screaming with indignance. He was harsh in his quiet tones. She was innocent. He was unreasonable. It was hapless.

She tried to fight back, to regain her pride. To pick up the pieces of her trampled dignity. She tried to remain adamant and hold the fort. She wouldn't give in!

She tried everything and came to nought. And so the war was lost. Evil prevailed.

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As she wallowed in her loss, a venerable monk strolled by her. He took a look at her, and said softly, "Fight not the system for it is omnipotent." She looked up at his kind face and gentle demeanour and immediately she knew.

She had to escape the Place.

She had to leave.

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