Bacon Strips

Long was the lash of the sun lit moon, rubbing our heads with the rays of the gods. The breeze of the last summer's night kissing my snout. The fields of gold now mashed to brown cur in front of me by the foot of war and the last remaining battalion of piggities stand fifteen thousand strong ready for their certain death. I stood staring down at my Homeland, shoulder to shoulder with my brothers, thinking about life before the milkwurds invaded. The long days in the troug, rolling in the mud with the family, the peace and quiet of the countryside; all that now crushed to paste and a trail of bacon to boot. "Tur, hey tur" yurk snorted softly, "sorry to hear about the family" he sighed "gods be with'em". I looked up, "aye, thanks yurk" I said putting the thoughts behind me "ready to grind these milkwurds to yogurt?". Yurk grinned at the thought "Ive never wanted a glass more than this day" yurk snorted. "tis a pleasure to fight by your side tur, at least we go out like true piggities" he said passionately. I smiled, "tonight we roast on the spit huh?" I joked. "If not alone, then with plenty to drink and brothers to join you" yurk said snorting joyfully. "Maybe it will be li-" just then we felt the ground begin the shake."The enemy herds to the north!" Yelled the general , his snout wriggling as he yelled, "stand formation and wait till my command to charge!". I looked out, Far off in the marsh there stamped a hundred thousand milkwurd hoof soldiers and leading them, general trämadasher.  "This is it" I said to yurk "let's give'em a pound to choke on". Yurk raised his shield and sword, "aye, and a glass to fill" he said. I raised my axe and waited for the command, eyes beading, adrenaline pumping, chest pounding . The ground began shaking more and more, the enemy closing in.  "CHARGE!" Yelled the general, his face red with anger. The group let out a huge battle screech, our hooves stamping in the mudded glory of the battlefield. I ran headstrong towards the full might off the milkwurd army, my heart thumping the drums of war inside me while my eyes screamed for full glasses. coming closer and closer with each stride the great collide was but feet away. I raised my axe over my head and headed for my first glass. Our armies collided, melding like hot wax. We all knew how this would end, the only questions left was how many steaks would drop?, how many glasses would we fill?, How many milkwurds would be left standing...before I was bacon?