By Iver (age 11)

I was in the middle of my daily patrol when I stopped in fright. Looming in my path was a great horde of miniature humans yelling insults and curses at me.

I rallied the troops and we filled the air above them. Then I saw the pile of luscious hot chips. Our main target.

“Treasure ahead!” I squawked the signal.

But the giant leader of the miniature humans blocked our path. He stood his ground, waving his arms frantically and yelling his terrible war cry. I sent a distraction force – the missile launchers. They encircled him and began to fire. Their RPS was too much to resist and the human leader was forced to retreat, leaving the chips undefended.

Skilfully, the chip bearers retrieved the prize in one fluid motion. We were long gone by the time the mini humans had finished washing off the missile debris. We returned to the encampment, bellies full and missiles reloaded. Mission complete.