Freedom to choose

wafflesthecorgi:

Corgi’s Log - Corgdate 18344.24.biscuit:

The alien invaders returned today in great numbers.  I was able to study them up close this time, learning of their tactics and strategies.  They seem to use the wind to aid in their flight, and their shiny, translucent surface must be some kind of hypnotizing mechanism.  I feel strangely attracted to them.

I fought them with honor.  Some accounts of the battle would have me to be a hero, but I’m just one corgi, doing his job.  A few of the invaders escaped in a strong gust of wind, possibly hoping to send information back to their leaders, only to disappear in a quiet death far off in the distance.

I know our cause is just, that they must be destroyed.  This honor…this burden… as I’m ripping them apart, tasting their soapy flesh, I wonder…can there be no peace between us?