During battle, the enemy couldn’t defeat us. But in a most unfortunate turn of events, some of our venerable chariots were stolen from us. In typical fashion, the enemy took what was ours while we satisfied the most basic of our bodily needs.
Our commanders chose to be very clear on the subject. Either we were able to retrieve vital assets which had been lost through our idiocy, or we would be court martialed. Fear arose. How could we brave a task fraught with manifold dangers as this one? How could we overcome the enemy’s safeguards?
Disguised as trees we approached the place where our chariots supposedly were held. In the distance, we could hear the enemy’s troops rejoice in their triumph. But vanity had made them careless: their perimeter was unsecured. Infiltration came as easy as walking up to the chariots, leaving behind our tree costumes and driving away. Returning to our jubilant comrades we couldn’t help thinking about the enemy’s pain, when they’d find hollowed trunks and empty space where they had thought our chariots safe from our reach.