Raglan Shire came under attack once again this afternoon, not by giant snails this time but by something far, far worse: kraken. Giant evil fish! What could be more terrible? (Though once caught they make pretty delicious calamari.)
So of course Gator was up for the challenge of defending the Shire. Not motivated at all by the prospect of a huge squid supper. Ahem.
She arrived armed with her enormous banana gun to find a rather depleted squadron consisting of Dagmar and brave puppeh Philberta and after a brief training session during which she distributed arms to said puppeh we took to the skies. Philberta proved to be a fine shot and formidable slayer of kraken and we were soon reinforced in our efforts by Caleb and later Frog, Balto and Etheria. Etheria proved to be especially deadly to the kraken swarms.
Eventually Gator wearied of the fight–gators aren’t endurance hunters after all, they are more concerned with conserving energy–so retired to the ground to watch and cheer on the fighters.
I hear there are still more kraken to come though. Apparently they’ll be back tomorrow. Gator says she would’ve loved to have another go but even she can only eat so many.