Diary From The Carrot Union

Chapter 14: #TrueAnimalism

The group made their move amidst the darkness, their guns ready to shoot anything that skitters or scuttles.

While Guava and his cat advisors take Big Mew and Violet to a new base camp deeper in the woods, it is up to us, the brave rabbits that are sent with assault rifles for the glory of the revolution! Of course, several wolf advisors come with us to ensure none of us desert, but still, I believe that the wolves are here to lead us into the glory of battle!

Today was a day of celebration, as the People's Republic of Tuzi has sent the Rabbit Liberation Army to assist us! What a relief, as these rabbits claimed that they are the supporters of true Animalism! One that the Carrot Union has betrayed.

They call it Animalism with Tuzi characteristics, led by the great honey bear, Mr Winnie, the general secretary of the Tuzi Animalist Party and the eternal president of the Tuzi people! Sent by the Liberation army was Comrade Leporine, a black-furred pygmy rabbit with red albino eyes. Under his guidance, Mr Che Guava has allowed him to supervise our next attack personally!

Cinnabun was our field medic, a.k.a the person that will stop the panicking for you to die a peaceful death while Macedonia carries our RPGs. I'm the second in command with the marksman rifle, and our strategy is simple, as Mr Leporine told us just to run head-on and shoot people in point-blank range while the Liberation Army helps. That way, we don't have to worry about accuracy! Just stick the gun barrel on their Weiner and let it rip.

Ahead was Moncada-17, a factory farm containing hamsters and necessary foodstuff to supply the Wolf Apple movement for months! But what's weird about Guava's command is that we should burn it into the ground, as the crop itself has been plagued by capitalism.

Ahhh... Indeed Che Guava's interpretation of Animalism is the purest and most radical of all! That is why I love him! Surely in ages to come, our children and their children would wear shirts with his head on it and fight for true communi- I meant, Animalism!

And our objective is straightforward! Basically we run there and throw Molotov cocktails to the generator and into the building, shoot some of the soldiers running the place, and scuttle back quickly to the woods!

Cannon fodder one, this is Leporine. Are you in position?

I quickly answered him on the radio, Yes! We're ready, Mr Leporine, sir! Should we commence the attack?

Go ahead, let it rip.

Macedonia squealed in excitement as he loaded up the big rocket stick, taking a quick aim to the broad side of the barn and creating a hole in the wall, letting loose all the hamsters.

I quickly entered with my rifle and charged head on to the panicking cat guards and shot them right in their crotches. Redness spot right on my face, the taste of rust upon my little tongue, but I kept charging head-on while the others started throwing the burning vohd-ka bottles.

It was curious that the enemy didn't have guns, nor did they try to fight back until we met the enemy wolves, who straight-up started shooting at us.

Cannon fodder two and five are getting the most of the impact as they're right on the crossfire, quickly dropping like flies as high calibre machine gun turrets tore through them. It was hapless for them to resist, but I and Macedonia knew that we could flank them using our guerilla tactics.

So we went over the electric transistors and shot them until they blew up, causing darkness all over the complex, safe for the burning debris.

Under cover of darkness, we sneaked into the emplacement guns and jammed our rifles into their butthole and shot right into it. But, alas, it was a glorious fight.

A few of us was straight dead, but the wolves from the Liberation Army and captain Leporine marched straight right with his battalion, stepping over the dead bodies on a straight line into what's left of the barn, quickly herding over the running hamsters and putting them on bags to be beaten up immediately with a big club.

"What are they doing?" Then, I asked, "Shouldn't we burn them all?"

Macedonia shrugged, "I dunno. Tuzi rabbits are the strange bit, I guess."

"We should ask them," Cinnabun suggested.

Cinnabun is technically the big sister of our group, so we came together and met the captain, whose men were busy gathering the scattered carrots at what's left of the barn.

"Ummm, Mr Leporine sir! I thought Mr Guava told us to burn all the carrots."

"Ah, yes! We're currently gathering everything to be burned in this instance! After all, what's good about this...tch...Capitalist produce."

"Yes! Yes, I agree with you, Mr Leporine!" I said excitedly, "We should burn all of them, capitalist spies!"

And we all laughed along, even though I didn't know what's exactly funny, but Leporine sighed and patted my shoulder.

"Alright, son, take what you need before we scuttle everything else. The Carrot army's gonna be here anytime soon."

And that is when I was reminded about Mr Guava's words, so I refused kindly, "No sir, burn them all and leave nothing behind!" Then I marched back to the forest confidently, taking nothing from the spoils of war...

"What a dumb kid, heh..."

"Captain Leporine! We've secured fifty tons of carrots to be burned!"

"Fifty kilograms of carrots, you say?"

"Yes! Five kilograms of carrots!"

"Very well, burn five carrots and take the rest to base camp!"