So there we were, in the midst of the jungle, waiting for the enemy to strike. I had four of my best men by my side as we moved closer to the enemy camp. The sounds of the enemy voices went quiet, followed by the gut clenching sound of chewing, as we moved closer, we realized what had become of our potential foes.

It was a weasel, devouring the enemy food supply with it's own two paws, reaking of ham and barbecue sauce, it turned to look at us as if our best attempts at stealth were unsuccessful. I raised my left hand, screaming at the top of my lungs, "Open fire!" causing the gunshots to sound off with destructive force, it wasn't too long before the entire enemy camp was surrounded with smoke.

As we waited out the smog, only one sound was perceivable, the clicking and squeaking of the dreaded weasel. I turned to my first sergeant, seeing that horrified stare he gave before the ambush, when all of a sudden...

BAM!

The weasel snapped out of the tree above us, dropping two of my men in one swift motion, I opened fire on the weasel, but he was too fast, causing me to miss every shot. As I watched my last man rendered unconscious, I backed into a corner, with no ammo in my rifle, only my pistol could save me now.

I said one last prayer, hoping that if there was a god, he would bless me with a miracle, as the weasel loomed over me, moving slowly down toward my face, sniffing me, I raised my pistol to it's head, one last shot, I just had to time it right.

I then awoke from my dream, covered in weasels, and barbecue sauce... I had no idea where I was, only that I was safe with the weasels. The end...