A squirrel threw an acorn at a fae walking through his forest.
He hadn't expected it to hit.
"Ow! Listen, you misbegotten creature from the void --"
"My mistake! I've never hit before --"
"You aren't a pixie."
The squirrel stopped running back and forth on the branch. "Not a pixie, no. Not that stupid."
He made the fae laugh. That was a good sign. He might survive. When the sound of pixie laughter filled the area, the fae nodded.
"You've given me an idea."
When the pixies appeared, the two threw acorns at them until they disappeared.
The war was on.
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