The gunshot rang clear through the clearing. That was it. The signal of war. Jesse ran back through the woods to her little hut.
“What is it?” Her father asked as she burst through the door, gasping.
“They’ve…they’ve…” She gasped for air.
“What is it child?!” He demanded, impatiently
“It’s…” She trailed off.
“WHAT??” Jesse’s father screamed.
“It’s started…The third fluffy hat war…” She gasped, and fainted.