The Paper Ball War

The enemy troop has engaged in a full on attack. Paper balls litter the area around me. I am pressed flat to the cubicle wall, eyes fixed on the razor wire strung along the perimeter. In the distance I hear the subtle crinkling of yet another paper ball in the process of assembling.

Now is my chance!! In the blink of an eye, I reach down, grab as many paper balls as my baby hands can grasp, and begin chucking them over the cubicle wall. I've hit my target, cries of agony are released to the world. He has retreated to fight again another day.

I have won the battle, for today.