Preparing for Battle

Freckles:

I’d had enough of this alien staring at me and stealing my stuff. I couldn’t be sure what kind of danger it was plotting in that tiny little brain. I chewed and pondered my situation. I had the advantage of home ground. This was my Other World, my clearing, and my turf. I finally took my kind of action. With my deepest, lowest, rumblings, I grunted at the alien, tossed the paper in the air, and ran to the side of my favorite bush, where I prepared for battle. The alien was so entranced by the piece of paper, he didn’t follow me – yet.