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"You can't just go through this village and take our fish!" "Who says it's your fish?" There were many people standing on the streets. Children were hiding behind their mothers, fishermen had stopped chopping their fish, and the elderly were peeking out their windows. They were all staring at the same spectacle: A group of men, in front of another group of men. They looked very different from the poor villagers, but they also looked quite different from one another. Three of them had on heavy, dark green armor. One of them was holding his sabre in the air, like a trophy. The other three were wearing red cloth that was winded tightly around their bodies. One of them, was holding up his fists. "You guys from the West are so greedy! Get out of this village, or we'll fight!", the man in red said. Some of the villagers started to agree, but were silenced in mere seconds, by the sound of the sabre slicing the air. It was one of the men in green armor. "We can't help that the Eastern Clan is so poor. You wanna fight us? Go right ahead. Can't imagine it going any different than on the battle fields though. Your men, slaughtered all over the wall... And our men, standing tall, over them..." The man in green turned away to look at the villagers. "Haven't they told you yet? You guys are losing! Your men are dying. And soon, our Queen will have conquered every little village of the Eastern Clan. And the fish will be ours to feast on!" "No, the fish will be ours to feast on!", the man in red replied. "The fish will be ours to feast on!" The mocking voice can be heard from the crowd. The village turned very quite, even more silent than it already was. "Who dared to ...", the man in green said, but he was interrupted. "No, our fish!" A little boy, aged about six, walked out of the crowd. He wasn't talking to anyone. Anyone but two dead fish, he was carrying in both hands. He moved them like talking puppets. "No, they are ours!" The soldiers in green and red stood there, a bit flabbergasted. Some of the villagers started to grin a bit. Some were even trying to hide a giggle. The little boy kept walking, jumping from one foot to the other, acting out his fish theatre piece in front of everyone. Then, he stopped. Abruptly. In front of the soldiers. He gave one of the fish to the man in red. The other, to the man in green. He said, "Just eat the fish!", before blending back into the crowd. For a few moments, the village really did stand still. And then, laughter. It came from inside the crowd and moved through every villager, like a wave. A beautiful sounding wave. The soldiers in green and red looked at their fish, looked at each other. And then, laughter. - MukuMuku | |