Well, it seems people are liking my story. :3 <3
Sooo, I shall give you all the third part. <3
Here ya go, enjoy. <3
Many days had passed after the meeting at The Clearing. All the animals had gone back to their homes and were once again with their familes. Little did they know, tucked safe in their burrows, that today would be a life changing event...
On the edge of the forest, in the darkest coldest region, lay a marsh. This was no happy marsh where frogs hopped and dragonflies danced. This was a marsh of death and sadness. This marsh was a prison called the Bastille.
Now with this increased tax upon them, the animals of Golden Leaf grew hungrier and hungrier. And as their hunger grew, so did their anger. To the point where they could no longer control it...
The Bastille, though a prison and a house of death, within it did lay a food supply for the guards there. The animals saw the Bastille as a symbol of the King's oppression and saw it fit for them to take what lay in it that was rightfully theirs. Also having heard rumours of the king sending in his men armed to their town, the animals were even more enraged...
Early that morning, while the crickets still sang their song of the night, a group of animals gathered. Sticks and stones grasped within their paws and hooves, they made ready the plans of their siege.
"Now, the first set of troops attack from the south side, while the second the north..." said a fox, readying them. He was sly by nature, so perfect for the job of directing them.
A sparrow sounded in the distance.
Looking up the fox spoke, "It is time".
The animals made their way to marsh, creeping ever so silently so as not to be heard. They lay low in the bushes before the marsh. What they saw proved the rumours true. A small army of the king's men were there. With a swish of his tail, the fox commanded his troops forward. They waded through the murky sludge. Ever so quietly, they ambushed the king's men. Within a few minutes they had the first group of them vanquished. The fox guided them onward.
Their battles raged throughout the day, till at last the Bastille had been over thrown. The food they sought was occompanied by more weapons within a hollowed out tree.
Rejoicing in their victory, they cut off the horns of the lead guard, tying them to a stick and parading through the town with it. It was a symbol that the revolution had started, and a warning to those who got in their way.
On this day, the animals of common had traveled down farther on the road to a new forest. They felt it close at hand, but had no idea what the future held for them.
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