We choose not to use rockets with explosive warheads, but the battles are just as nasty. This time, the odds are four to one, with me being the one. The front was quiet for the past two years, and there has been no conflict. My problem was loneliness, which can be overwhelming at times. The multitude of friendships I had established has abandoned me. Is that the price I paid for ending the war? Why can’t we all be friends and not make living together dependent on feeding all of you? Why can’t you bushy tailed bullies who overeat my generous food supply understand that it is intended exclusively for the avian crowd? Life would be so much more tolerable if you did. Instead, you continue to impress me with your wily intelligence and unending effort to outwit every barrier I place in front of you. I accept the challenge. The war is on.
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