Twas I muslmutt who assassinated what must have been General Grinner of your Royal Army and cast his monstrous carcas upon your palace lawn. He fought valiantly, but was no match for my .22 cal. artillary. At 8am tomorrow morn I plan to relinqish my positions at the French Ranch. After a exausting battle with 18 of the General's evil grinning minions I plan a strategic retreat to the mountains. Any attempt to hinder my retreat by the local opossum population will result in no live prisoners. This is not a surrender. I will be back. The Opossum Army cannot forever protect their furry allies by throwing themselves into my sets.
